Writing A hand in murder[M-VLS]

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[SIZE=1][COLOR=Teal]Just a random story that I hope to continue.I haven't done that in a long time...rating depends on how the story goes.enjoy.[/COLOR]


" Ridiculous."

He ran his tongue over his lip."That?s the only way to explain it." His accent peaking through. It had been a long time since Seral Had gotten bad news. The Satyrs had yet form an idea of how the handle the current predicament they were in.

"How does he exactly expect us to handle this? Why does he think he'll even talk to us?!," He paused to look at the messenger. Amon, he was the bring of bad news this week. Seral moved from behind the desk. Amon jumped at the sound of his hoofs. "I don't know sir..." was all the red head could muster out. He couldn't belive it himself, one of their own put to death for murder.

"Psh! useless boy! bring me to him, Bring me to him!" Seral's gruff voice was tinted in anger. Amon meekly took lead Opening the door to exit the room. His hoofs slipped on the cobble stone path, he was desperately trying to look brave and I could tell. Joanah. Joanah Vael. Nice to see you around these parts. This is the military camp of the Satyrs...where I was raised and born so nothing quite gets by me. I was in the room when Seral received the letter about Tybalt?s hearing and the accusations of murder. We where in the middle of pleasant conversation when the shaky youth stumbled into the room. Afterwards all hell broke loose. Am I boring you already? I feel you should know what happened if your going to be around here long. Pull up a chair and I'll explain.

Seral followed the boy and I followed him to make sure he didn't do anything rash. We followed the boy through the village. The sky was a horrible mixture of black and grey colors that day like it was trying to match our mood. The boy ran past the pub and slipped into the prison holding cells a little down the block."He's there?" I questioned for a moment, normally murderers where taken strait to the gallows. The thought that he hadn't been trials had yet to cross my mind. Seral squinted his eyes. The wrinkles above the old man's black eyes showing. It had been a long time since he had actually rushed anywhere and I was sure his bones where probably aching . Seral was older than most, the way he looked now gave no light to how he was in his youth. Lets just say he frolicked much and fathered many.

We stopped in front of the building, The boy took his time quickly skipping over a few steps to open the door for us. I gave him a short muffled thank you and continued inside after the old man. "Tybalt?" His voice cut through the silence of dark room.The only bit of light came from a single window across from the cells. Not a sound came in return. All but two of the cells where empty. Still the scent of death and pain lingered through out the room. "Tybalt." He peered into the second cell trying to catch a glimpse of the figure that was crumbled in the corner.

"Yes' M' lord..." The perched voice didn't sound the same. Tybalt hath spoken though. It took a moment for Seral to regain composure. The mad look in his eyes softening. ?What have you done?? The faint whisper echoed through the room. Tybalt picked his self up. His pale skin clashing against the dark black fur that covered his bottom half. He ran his tongue over dry lips and looked over me for a brief moment and then closed his eyes. ?Are you here to tell me how I deserve to die?? He said. The room remained silent. I looked down for a moment, I didn?t feel like seeing this today. An old friend in prison for something he may or may not have done. What happen next is all very complicated. I find it hard to explain myself so I can only repeat what I heard and saw.

You understand? Tybalt didn't bother to attempt to be amused or pleased by our visit. He looked up at Seral with cold eyes then glanced towards Amon who was shrinking to the back of the room where the guard stood in silence. It was funny I didn't even realize he was there."It started when you gave me that order..." He spoke to Seral bitterly."I was suppose to deliver a letter." He still held a tone of superiority in his voice that I noticed the more he spoke.

Tybalt gripped onto cell bars pressing cheek again the icy dirty metal. "Pull up a chair boy!"Amon froze "...and listen to a bit of history in the making." He mused. I thought this would be an interesting visit.[/SIZE]