Now or Never [Nida][June 3010]
Nov 8, 2017 9:44:50 GMT -5
Post by Amira on Nov 8, 2017 9:44:50 GMT -5
The uruk for a moment had hesitated, and Nida felt her heart clench. This was going to be it; wargs were keen of smell, she knew. Any escaped laborer in the past had been quickly returned, beaten, sometimes to the very coldness of death, because the wolves were dogged and relentless.
Maalik had been intrigued by Mordor’s mounts when the uruk had first come to their lands, for they were swift, and a weapon in and of themselves. The mumak were perhaps more powerful, but they were also much slower. For a moment she wondered if he had managed to get his hands upon a pack to tame. Maalik’s beastmasters were incredibly skilled; if he had managed to convince any of the agents of Mordor to give him such beasts, he was probably well on his way to having his own wolf.
Nida said nothing, nor did she dare breathe, until Lug and his men had disappeared behind the outcroppings and rolling crags. She quickly turned to Wyn. “How long will we have before they realize what we have done?”
She shifted, seeking to once more start her climb up the hill, her leg now stiff and throbbing with every motion she made. “I am not sure how often you have done that before, Lady Hala, but I am impressed.” She gave her a glance, a bright gleam in her eye that was thick with amusement. “I should teach you more of the Haradrim, though, if you wish to be convincing.”
Almost immediately, Nida felt a twist in her gut. Regret.
If she shared too much of her home, Wyn was going to catch wind that something about Nida was different about her story, even beyond her blood. She kept the twinge free from her face, though. The woman was clearly as keen and observant as she was resourceful. Anything could become a hint Wyn could read.
"I am sorry I nearly ruined this," she mumbled. Though, she supposed it was relatively obvious she had not meant to fall. "I...wish to thank you for your help. I thought for certain I was dead."
Maalik had been intrigued by Mordor’s mounts when the uruk had first come to their lands, for they were swift, and a weapon in and of themselves. The mumak were perhaps more powerful, but they were also much slower. For a moment she wondered if he had managed to get his hands upon a pack to tame. Maalik’s beastmasters were incredibly skilled; if he had managed to convince any of the agents of Mordor to give him such beasts, he was probably well on his way to having his own wolf.
Nida said nothing, nor did she dare breathe, until Lug and his men had disappeared behind the outcroppings and rolling crags. She quickly turned to Wyn. “How long will we have before they realize what we have done?”
She shifted, seeking to once more start her climb up the hill, her leg now stiff and throbbing with every motion she made. “I am not sure how often you have done that before, Lady Hala, but I am impressed.” She gave her a glance, a bright gleam in her eye that was thick with amusement. “I should teach you more of the Haradrim, though, if you wish to be convincing.”
Almost immediately, Nida felt a twist in her gut. Regret.
If she shared too much of her home, Wyn was going to catch wind that something about Nida was different about her story, even beyond her blood. She kept the twinge free from her face, though. The woman was clearly as keen and observant as she was resourceful. Anything could become a hint Wyn could read.
"I am sorry I nearly ruined this," she mumbled. Though, she supposed it was relatively obvious she had not meant to fall. "I...wish to thank you for your help. I thought for certain I was dead."
