CHAINS − FOR HONOR

Intermediate: The Dark night Alone

Tiberius walked through the cold forest, his gear whitened under the flow of the winter air. The knight was venturing, lost from his legion, left for meat to the creatures. His wounds were bandaged as best he could with his provided situation. His blood trailed behind him, as did a creature. Tiberius knew he was being followed but he didn't care, his foe had not attacked so he had no quarrel. " Mother.. Why leave me with such bastardous men, who betray their own and forget the wounded... Leaving us for the crows..". His breathe heavied as he slowed, he held onto his side, the fluid staining his hand red, along with the snow. " Is this... some kind of test, mother.."? He asked as if someone could answer, as if anyone would. He turned, his body weakened, his hunter standing before him. A short woman, a tri-mohawk on her head and the rest of her bodied with leather and fur. Also teeth and bones, A Shaman. Tiberius didn't even fight it anymore, he didn't care, the flesh ached from travel. He laughed to himself, then he collapsed. His blackened figure, soon to be one with the snow. The Shaman squat over him, her hand running against the metal. She huffed, then took out a rope and bounded it to his feet, pulling him along.

After a rough travel the Shaman reached an encampment, smoke flowing in small bluffs with the snow. Others came along and aided her in pulling the knight in, soon to bind him by hand in a tiny tent. Tiberius awoke to mutters, his vision beginning to shine as he reeled. "Hell am I.. huh, what? Oh Christ lord, Almighty..". Tiberius noticed he was bare, all but his lower half. His lower torso wrapped like a blanket with cloth, reddened cloth. Two woman approached him, the palest one sniffed him, to which he growled back. " Don't you dare". The other, who had some form of headdress pulled her away, some type of Norse following it. Tiberius kept locked on, feeling slightly threatened. " We saved you, Knight. No need to be scared". She spoke with a soft but rugged voice, English definitely wasn't common with her. " Why? You beast generally are ready to feast upon anything you can scrap up". The Woman smiled as she rubbed his beard, he recoiling as she tried to lick him, " Stay away from me whore". A chuckle escaped her as she sat next to him, the height difference showed. " We usually don't talk to our pets, but you seem valuable enough, big man". She said rubbing his chest, Tiberius shivered at her touch. He was well made as a man, his father's training well worth it. Clearly the female was intrigued, but Tiberius didn't smile the slightest.

" We are a simple folk here, we own our village free of the opposite being. Only one, but we take some of the other and use them for our needs. After the ritual to determine which will give another daughter, we play with our pets, take upon us their seed and then gut 'em. Maybe even feast". The Shaman smiled as she edged closer, practically breathing on him.

He smiled at her, before he headbutt her laughing at the success. "Raghhhhh, you're definitely a prize. I'm Betrua, the head of our clans. And after my sisters use you to give their children, I'll keep you as my own". Tiberius sighed at the thought and then nodded. " Fine, but let's get this over with". She smiled at him before taking his hands, She guided him up and pointed to the entry, as they walked Tiberius bashed her down then rushed for a tool to free himself with. " Rrrr, AH"! The Shaman yelled as she lunged at him, missing as he cut the ties. He then grabbed her neck and began to strangle her, she scratching and hissing back. " Hehehehehe, you really think I'm going to be a slave to sex for you and your wretched tribes? Never, now I should use you to show that it's not fun being a toy. But maybe you'd want that"? She growled back at him, her eyes blazed. He smiled at her, " Alright then, have it your way", He cupped her airways and kept oxygen from reaching her lungs, soon, suffocating her.

Tiberius nodded to himself as he found his armor, and his beloved Sword, " Kerberus". He readied himself, feeling proud as he put on his helmet. Then he peered out to the camp, his figure a shadow under the light of fire. The other women were dancing and chanting something, before one noticed Tiberius. He stood, battle ready. Then like a river, they all rushed him, axes and knives, a torch. He smiled at the sight, as he charged back. One lunged at him and he slashed her chest, then spun around impaling two, ripping out his blade. As the blood spewed and painted a new art on the canvas of snow, the battle would be short lived. Bodies, of whores and witches alike, torn, mutilated, nothing but chunks and limbs. Tiberius roared in the night, echoing with the howling wolves of the full moon. He gloated to himself as he set the place to burn, gathering whatever food he could before leaving. Ash now covered the snow, and flesh roasted in the air, but one thing mattered that night to Tiberius. That he would survive to kill another day.