Bred For Extinction

Discovered

The messenger's body slowly slumps low as shoulders fall forward weakly, then as knees give way does Penduran lift the limp body in a jerk to avoid having to stoop. Gulp after gulf of replenishment flies down the Lord's throat as the victim's skin begins to wrinkle and collapse inward, the very frame of the body being drained of most of its' fluid.

Finished is Penduran, full to the brim with all the substance that existed within the shell of the messenger's body, tossing the now lifeless corpse to smash hard against the rocky walls of his chamber. Eyes glaze over from the feeding, still there is much more on his mind. His pacing begins. Blood is wiped from his lip and chin, and tasted again with finger touched to tongue. His call is sent out mentally to the servant that he knows will quickly flock to the room. The knock on the door comes but mere moments later.

"Enter," the aggravation very evident in Penduran's speech.

The servant, the very one that had lead the messenger to Penduran's very thrown, appears with cautious words, "Yes, my Lord?"

"Fetch your queen. I need words with her," his eyes stare down as nostrils flare and muscles appear tense.

The servant, reluctant to speak, yet knows he must answer begins, "Lord, she has retired for the evening...leaving word not to be disturbed."

Penduran's head slams its' vision to the bringer of such news, "And you allowed her this privilege? Does it not strike you odd that she would exit early when she has never done so in centuries?"

Befuddled, the servant's words come in uncertainty, "She...is my queen. The only one I fear more is you, my Lord. Am I to doubt my own queen?"

Penduran grimaces, eyes bleeding fire as his voice builds with each word spoken until the very surface of the room seems to rumble, "From now on...YES. Quickly, go to her chamber and bring her to me NOW."

As the servant turns and dashes off, Penduran stands with shoulders twitching, fists tightening with overcoming rage as he realizes the final betrayal is at hand. The moments that pass simply build further rage as steps pace across the floor of Penduran's slumber hall. Finally, streaking feet are heard rushing once again coming to his chamber and he knows by the urgency of the steps that the news is not what he had hoped.

Penduran's taloned hands, enraged and transforming from the trauma of the situation, grip the door's handle and fling it open to encounter his servants with fiery eyes.

All hurriedly drop to their knees, bowing heads as the lead adviser speaks the news, "She is not in her chamber, my Lord."

Veins begin to pulse in Penduran's shoulders, flowing down his arms as fists tighten again and then strike full force into the hallway's walls over and over as words are screamed during the onslaught, "Damn fools are you all...to allow her out of your sight." The blows strike so hard that cracks begin flowing down the surface of the rocky interior.

The servants buckle backwards with each thunderous wallop to the wall until the lead servant interferes with words again, "Should we search for her?"

A grin slides across Pendiran's lips as fingers raise to stroke the bridge of his nose, an evil chuckle begins that quickly switches to anger as he continues, "Oh, how I raised such a lot of unaware fools. Spoiled are you are...useless in my eyes now. She has gone to help the wolf. Not that it matters." His pause is hard as eyes and emotions flash across each servant that has come, "When this is over, I would drink from you all heavily, but the fear of catching the plague of stupidity from any of you is too strong. Instead I will tear your bodies apart piece by piece and throw each limb to the starving and pitiful wolves that still exist outside my doors. None of you have a place here in my realm. Now go...stand watch in the queen's chamber and at all entrances. The wolf will surely be here soon and I will be awaiting him in the great hall. When he comes, be polite, or else he will definitely rend your daft minds. Simply bring him to me so I can end this and await the next so-called great wolf. Life will then carry on...except for all of you so full of ignorance." His hand flies wildly in movement to send them on their way, "GO, buffoons, and maybe the one that brings me the wolf in the great hall will be allowed to continue serving me in our existence here."

The panicked sheep that are Penduran's servants fly, knowing that the spark of anger they have all witnessed is nothing compared to the flames that will erupt should they fail.