SIM:T'Lea - The Butcheress of N'Dallis Prime: Difference between revisions

   The Bogon System.  N’Dallis Prime.  Dead of winter. 13 years ago.  The end day of the turf war.  Details slowly came into a cold, hazy view.  The streets were piled high with discolored snow.  Bodies of fallen enemies and friends lay frozen in their final resting positions, their faces depicting the last expressions of anguish, and the fear of certain death.  This was the result of young T’Lea’s hunger for power.  This was how she’d earned her title, The Butcheress of N’Dallis Prime.  This was her meat locker of dead.

   The two divisions of criminals advanced in the snow toward the docks, mowing down all opposition in their path.  Ceedel, the large Shrackian male chopped one fighter down at the kneecaps and then skewered another through the neck with his chin horns.  He was the Goliath that the enemy eventually turned their focus on.  If they could bring down the Shrackian monument, then the others would surely fall.  That’s what T’Lea was counting on.  He took the focus off who was REALLY in charge.  He took the focus off the Alpha of this pack.  T’Lea.

   Taking her time she hacked through a few stragglers.  If Ceedel died, morale would go down, and eventually the enemy would figure out that she was the one running the show.  If, however, she took the time to save his life, he could still fight at the front, her role would be protected, and he would forever be in her debt.  It was a no-brainer.

   Slowly, Ceedel got up, although his body screamed for him to sit back down.  He made eye contact with his savior.  By the commandments of his religious beliefs he would forever be in her debt until the day he died.  He knew it.  And she knew it.  No words needed to be exchanged.