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hole. The captain of the guard had one hand fondling his lord’s small prick and balls. Flitch stood and began sliding his prick into Borland’s hole, as the coward begged him for more. It was too much for Leroi to watch without laughing aloud in the room. Borland straightened up abruptly as Flitch was bending over to gain ground inside of the wide bottomed hole. Borland’s head made contact with Flitch’s nose hard, and that sprouted a bloody mess over Lord Pudding’s bottom and back.
    Demonic laughter echoed off the walls as the two men attempted to stem the blood and pull covering over their naked bodies. Leroi laughed so hard that he could not speak, this was much better than a simple picture of a soul being tortured in the Demon's pit. It took him moments to concentrate enough to leave the room. His merriment still echoed in his victims’ brains long after he was gone.
    He rested, wishing for someone to share the story of this night with. He was bound to this small territory, or he would search for his companion on his own. There must be some way for him to gain access to the island so he could find her without relying on creatures such as Borland and his ilk. Depending on the answer he received from Tremble, he might put the question to the Lord himself.
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    Preparations were made for the trip, and the men were deciding how many soldiers, and which ones that needed to be included in the skirmish that would surely take place. Mouse was going, as was Wolf. The lumbering Trundel would be accompanying them too. He was a newer find amongst the species of shifters that had been discovered on the island. He was purported to be the last of his kind, and one of the original animals on Tremble. Lion and Nord had discovered Trundel during one of their patrols. The mammoth grey creature had barely missed the brothers’ sleeping place as he stomped through the forest. If several of the soldiers with them had not yelled and warned them, there was every possibility that Rane would have been a widow, made so by them accidently being stomped into the ground. Trundle was not the smartest of men, but he was the strongest in either form. With the huge white tusks and his oddly shaped trunk, he was a force to be reckoned with. Soldiers had taken refuge in the long hair that draped over his tough grey hide during storms that would have frozen them to death without shelter. Spears bounced from the creature’s skin, and the only time anyone had seen him vulnerable was when a child was frightened by his trumpeting. The child’s screams made the big grey being cry large tears.
    Four of Amazon Warriors from Hawk’s Nest were to meet them at the halfway point in their journey. Everytime he thought of Hawk, he felt pride in the man. He had taken an impossible situation and turned it into a surprising success. The males refused to defend the Hall, so when a handful of women showed up for the job, Hawk trained them and others like them. Now they were an elite band of soldiers and Lion could not wait to see them in action.
    There was a blood-curdling scream and shouts of outrage coming from the main gathering room of the castle, and they dropped their list to run toward the commotion. They stopped inside the entryway when they saw a large brown figure collapsed on the floor of the room, dragging air into its winged body as if it had dropped exhausted from the sky. The description was apt. The creature gained its bearings and was heard to mutter, “Message for Lord of Tremble Castle.”
    Nord stepped to the creature and asked if it needed help to rise. He bent and picked the flat faced nightwing up before turning back the way he and Lion came running from. He knew creatures like this. They inhabited the caves and dark places on the island. If he carried a message for Lion, it must be important for him to have flown in the bright sunlight. He sat the messenger in a chair and the brothers waited for the beady eyes and mouth filled with