a mans duty [kiet]

[CAMUI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, background-color: #222222; border-left: 20px solid #780303; border-right: 20px solid #780303; border-bottom: 10px dotted #780303; border-top: 10px dotted #780303; -moz-border-radius: 30px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] The hunger coming over me as I learn to hide the agony words:: 617 tagged:: kiet notes:: la di da Mutiny – never had the word held such an appeal as it did now, waking on the fourth day with more dirt on him than he deigned acceptable. It was the single, most irritating aspect of being a soldier and now he had to endure being unclean and unkempt for a task that should have been relegated to a lower ranking officer. Camui had never wanted to slice that pig-faced Emperor as badly as he had the day he’d been summoned to the palace so unceremoniously and had the task of retrieval thrust upon him. The general had bee grinding his teeth ever since. He was to escort Yanwo’s Oracle, Kanda – hell if he knew what they needed a Yanwo soothsayer for – back to the capital with all the swiftness of the wind God. And he had loathed every moment spent on these forsaken back roads, listening to the unending creak of a carriage he could have done without. Taking a single horse would have made the journey faster; he was only to retrieve one person after all. But the suggestion had been denied and his orders demanded he choose a larger transport for woman who was probably lying about her envious abilities. Even now he scoffed at the idea that such a human existed and for it to be a Yanwo worshipper made it all the worse. Nevertheless the four day journey led him to the temple whose opulence had even reached his ears a time or two. He pulled the carriage to a halt and climbed from the driver seat, adjusting his swords onto his belt before stalking up to steps. Camui entered the temple like a God descending, the doors opening loudly and his pace sure and emanating command and purpose. It didn’t matter one way or another if he was interrupting sermon, the Oracle would be abandoning her duties until the Sajagul had what they wanted. “The Oracle, where is she.” The general would be hard pressed for patience as he glared down at a cluster of priests who were still shell-shocked from his abrupt appearance and did not respond quickly enough. The voice Camui used next was cold and filled with promise. “I will raze this temple if you do not answer me.” They shuffled back, he could almost taste their fear and bewilderment – it was better than the stale bread and stagnant water he’d been suffering over the last few days. Whether from fear of their lives or fear for the temple, hopefully a motivating combination of the two, the priests began babbling their nonsense and moving down a corridor with the green-eyed general hot on their heels. He was shown to a room and within moments left alone. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for their disappearance or irritated. Without any reservation Camui opened the doors, albeit with a little less violence than the one before it and was greeted with a rather disappointing sight. He would have expected an Oracle of such renown to be surrounded by candles and fragrant smelling flowers, with the devout bent in front of her and chants filling the air. Instead there was nothing, the smell of the room matched the one outside and sunlight filtered where it could. If anything it looked like a servant’s bedroom. There inside was a bed and a girl tucked in the sheets. With a disgruntled look he approached the bed and gave the sheets a tug to better examine her. The girl could have been naked beneath the sheet and he’d have not cared a wink for modesty, she was Yanwo which meant she was little better than dirt as far as he was concerned. template by vertigo!