You had been a child when the black clad warriors of Ho Siht came to your village and burnt it to the ground under a deluge of sniper fire and humming blades. The pain was intense as you where dragged by your hair, kicking and screaming into the center of the town where family friends, elders, and terrified teens where forced to kneel before the skull masked monsters as an odd drumming filled the air, its pulse like a living current linking everyone together.
"You all.... How long did you think you would exist before we came..Hm?"
There was an oily rasp as a massive man, thin , but with muscles that looked like they where shaped from iron , drew a humming blade and pressed it to the throat of a man... The local elder.
"Not paying tithes...Ruining supply lines?"
The man lets out a terrible scream as the blade presses into his throat and slides down, opening up a semaless cut that exposed the muscle with terrifying ease.
"Youll have totime to rethink that..."
large black trucks are brought forward and all of the adults are herded inside like sheep, but you did not go with them. Huddling together in fear the children are pushed to the back of the truck where the figure from before towers over them, his bloodsoaked blade still humming.
"ALl of you are mine now.... Welcome to the tribe children.."
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Everything after that happened in a blur. YOu where subjected to inhuman conditions. Intense training and pscho indoctrination. Days blurred into months blurred into years. Day in and day out a whirlwind of violence, ritualistic scarring, and madness became your norm... ANd then youd found out why.
Obrieg...His very name sent a shiver down your spine. The father of your order, Brother to the silencer commander krieg, he morphed you into a machine...His machine, an object to carry his will. From the day he had captured you, he looked upon you like a hungry lion, culling the meek, and lavishing praise and love upon the strong. HE paid you personal attention more than once. Breaking bone after bone, making you more.. Stronger...Faster...More fierce, any vestige of that little girl that was left back then was gone, and now , you where an instument of death. One of his dancers of carnage.... His whisperer.
Violence became your life, the strong ate, and your plate was almost always full. Betrayal and carnage became more familiar than your fathers whispered threats, and sooner than later, you where a woman now.... The legacy of your childhood long faded
The day came for your graduation... You where awarded honors in front of the other branches of the military, but you knew it was only formality.
Your father had his own way.... This ceremony was just a prelude to that, and you spent the hours after the graduation readying for waht was about to happen. At midnight, when the moon rose, the drums began to beat, pulling at your heart and rousing you from rest. The others where awake already, but two stood behind.
YOu knew these two.. Caitlyn and Thrass. Caitlyn,....Oh you had known her. She had been yours, and you had been hers. The lithe purple haired girl was a wonder with a vibroblade, and an even greater threat with her hands.
Beside her was her Brother thrass, a terrifying warrior who had walked the path of THe Maoi, the beater of the drum, the carnage eater, the murderer. His face was covered with scars and cuts from his youth, the youth you all shared , survived and thrved throu, but behind his eyes a slight madness always sat..... SOmething his sister knew all too well.
"Before the graduation kitten..."
she whispers, holding out her hand to you as you come close, licking her lips.
"and as a goodby since we will be placed in other units.... I got us one last little sweet to enjoy.."
Thrass says nothing, but a small fire kindles in his amber eyes, and his smile wides, revealing shaved, sharklike teeth.
