flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Ever diligent, the scarred woman patrolled the mountain the majority of the day and partly into the nights, resting mostly during the afternoons when it was getting too hot to do much of anything because she wanted to save her energy for evenings. Today was no different than any other day since they had arrived in these new lands. Aguta did go out of her way to try to mark various places around the mountain to tell outsiders that there were others here and most strangers were absolutely not welcome.
She was on her way to her favorite afternoon shade spot when she picked up the scent of a stranger there on the mountain. Icy eyes narrowed as she pushed forward, setting off into a brisk trot. It wasn’t long before she found where the scent was coming from. A warning growl ripped forth from her throat as she pulled herself up to her full height, lifting her tail partially over her back. She would not grace him with words, choosing to issue her warning growl only.