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From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)

Subject: Blood Lust- Chp. 4 By PJ

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Blood Lust by PJ Chapter 4

Helgor was quiet, deathly quiet, as Rachel and Jemma walked down its darkened streets. The two vampire women sniffed the cold air, searching for the scent of the Elf woman, Gwena. Only a small garrison of Giaks and a few city dwellers remained after the massive advance of the Giak army. Flying with the speed of thought, the two beautiful women entered the tower chamber where Gwena had watched her soldiers assemble.

"Where has Gwena gone?" asked Jemma, the younger vampire.

"South, evidently at the head of her great army," replied the coldly alluring Rachel.

"Should we return to the Darklords and inform them of her troop movements?" asked Jemma.

"No. The Darklords will have Kraan patrols guarding their territories, we follow Gwena. When the right moment comes, we must be ready to dive in and kill her," said Rachel with a predatory grin.

"As you wish, Mistress," nodded Jemma before both women took to the air, flying silently after the Elven Queen like two hunting hawks.

Mara awoke with a soft groan, rubbing her swollen eyes with her right arm before she rose from the soft bed and reached out for her clothes. With her red robe in tatters, Kruger spent the morning finding the girl replacement garments. Mara slid the white, cotton shift over her naked breasts without comment, then pulled on skintight deerskin breeches. Brown, flat-heeled leather boots went over her small feet up to her knees.
A red tunic covered the shift, then a leather vest covered with designs of birds and a fairy dragon. Mara fastened her belt, which held a short dagger rather than her lost short sword. She pulled her long, red hair over her collar, then let it spill loosely down her back. Her dressing complete, Mara placed her satchel over her left shoulder, then left her small bedroom to meet Kruger in the common room. She found the burly fighter sitting at a table finishing a large breakfast of hotcakes and milk. Sitting across from the engrossed warrior, Mara grabbed a warm hotcake from his plate and popped it into her mouth.

"Hey! I thought you wouldn't be hungry after your little tryst last night," remarked Kruger with a scowl.

"I need to keep my strength up with all you guys fucking my brains out at every opportunity," retorted Mara as she snatched another hotcake.

"Good point," said Kruger with a leering grin before he resumed eating his breakfast with relish.

Mara stole several more hotcakes, then drank deeply from Kruger's mug before leaving the fighter to check up on the horses. Both animals were clean, well-fed, and were currently being groomed by a small girl with blonde hair. Mara patted the girl softly on the head, then moved to stroke her white mare's glossy mane. Kruger came into the stable eventually, then saddled both horses before paying the stablegirl some silver and leading his mount towards the courtyard's exit. Mara followed the fighter quietly, then climbed into the saddle of her mare as Kruger rode slowly towards the harbor. Deckhands and slaves moved along the piers, loading several ships with cargo before the vessals put out to sail. After searching for two hours, Kruger found a ferryboat to carry both travellers across the Great Divide into Southern Magnamund. With the horses safely tied down, the raft pilot pushed away from the pier, commanding a team of rowers to guide the sturdy craft south. Kruger stood near the bow, gazing at the far off horizon, while Mara sat next to him on a small bench.

"Can you feel the Sommerswerd yet?" asked Kruger quietly.

"No. I haven't tried yet, I keep getting distracted," replied Mara bitterly.

"Try now," ordered Kruger.

Mara closed her green eyes, then frowned softly as she entered a light trance. She began breathing as Brandon had taught her, focusing on the magick that flowed around the world. Like a jab of lightning, Mara sensed the power of the Sommerswerd pulsing like a living thing as it searched for a worthy bearer. The blade felt the girl's presence, greeting her warmly as a kindred spirit, then filling her mind with images of a dank, corrupt swamp far to the south. Before breaking contact, the Sommerswerd sent her the image of a temple, a small pyramid of obsidian stone surrounded by decayed trees and festering pools of water. Mara gasped for breath as her eyes snapped open, then she placed both hands on the bench as she regained her senses.

"Did you see it?" asked Kruger excitedly.

"Yes, it's in a temple within a swamp to the south," replied Mara softly.

"Sounds like it might be in the swampy area south of Otavai," muttered Kruger. "It's going to be a long trip."

"Great," said Mara with dripping sarcasm.

"I heard that," growled Kruger with a glare.

The raft crossed the Divide, then entered the small port of a fishing village. After paying the raft's captain, Kruger led the horses off the craft and onto dry land. The two travellers bought supplies in the village, then rode steadily south until they entered a small forest. The sun barely reached past the tall oaks' branches, which forced Kruger to slow his pace. The companions made little progress through the trees, forcing them to make camp in a small glade as night fell within the wood. Kruger made a small fire, then killed several rabbits for supper. Mara helped cook the small animals, then served Kruger, who nodded tersely in thanks. They ate in silence, as usual, then Kruger built up the fire before wrapping himself within his bedroll.

"You've got first watch," said Kruger before he fell asleep.

Sighing to herself, Mara gazed around the edges of the glade, then stood up to go the bathroom. Movng into the trees, the lovely girl walked aimlessly until she found a group of bushes in a circle. Squatting down, Mara did her business, then stood up to return to camp. As she left the bush circle, Mara smelled a sweet, fragrant scent. Following the arousing musk, Mara travelled noisily through the forest until she reached a large, sharp-leafed plant with several wide, pale red blossoms. The slim girl leaned down to inhale the flower's rich scent, then she began to yawn softly. Drowsily, Mara sat down on the soft grass, then fell down onto her back. Green, leafy tendrils reached out from the plant to caress Mara's soft skin, then they wrapped around her wrists and pulled her closer towards the quivering rose bush.....

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