Pumori and Puri

The Fall of Roccasone - Part 5Pumori strapped her belt with the short sword around her waist. She pulled the sword from the scabbard and pensively ran her thumb along the edge of the blade. Without flinching, she pulled back her finger and stared at the blood that was trickling from the cut. The wolf girl startled a little when Toby suddenly appeared by her side.
“Pumori are bleeding,” he said. “Needs band aid.”
She pushed his helping hands away and stuck her thumb in her mouth to remove the blood.
“No need. Are just little cut.”
The young werewolf stared at her for a moment, his head tilted in an inquisitive manner.
“What?!” Pumori snapped at him.
“Nothing. Just … Pumori are very quiet. Usually talk a lot and are bossy and tell everybody what to do. Not now. You is worried about attack?”
“No.”
“Pumori ever been on high level?”
The wolf girl didn’t reply for a while. Toby was already turning away, a bit worried and disma  The Fall of Roccasone - Part 6“Foul king do as Pumori say or foul prince cub are torn limb for limb. Where are Pumori cub?”
Tibal stared at his grandson, closed his eyes and lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, Alex,” he whispered. “But the kingdom and the king are more important than anything of anyone else.” He opened his eyes and stared with hate at Pumori. “I will never bow to the will of a slave. Do what you must, but if you kill him or me, so will your daughter die. Slow and horribly. Now, accept your slave nature and kneel down before me! All of you!” he screamed. “Bow before your king!”
“Fool! Then cub will die! Bring cross …!”
“All that drama, while we should be fighting elsewhere,” a new voice said.
The slaves turned growling at the newcomer at the entrance, but they calmed down when they noticed the piece of cloth with Gilles’s symbol tied around his upper arm.
“You is messenger from Gilles?” Pumori  A slave cub's tale.The boy was walking though the forest. He was gathering wood for the fire. That was part of his chores. Easy enough, but not that easy if you’re supposed to find dead and dry wood and it has been raining the previous day. Still, he had already gathered quite an armful and it was getting more difficult to pick up extra twigs and branches without dropping the ones he was already carrying.
Something was rustling through the undergrowth nearby! He startled and looked in the direction of the sound. Nothing. No movement. Nothing to see. A bit nervous, he moved on. He wanted to go back, but it wasn’t enough yet and they would be angry with him if he didn’t bring enough. Suddenly, he noticed a big boulder. It was leaning over, so whatever was below that, wouldn’t have been rained on. If anything was there.
A twig cracked. It was close. He spun around, dropping some of his load of firewood, but again, he couldn’t see anything. Quickly, he picked up the wood he had

The events surrounding the fall of the decadent city of Roccasone left Pumori of the White Fang with the biggest prize of all: her three year old daughter Puri, born and stolen from her during her time as a gladiator-slave in Roccasone...

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Aiers and the general setting of the world belong to Shabazik