Dealings in the Council of Avalhein - Chapter 8

Dealings in the Council of Avalhein…

Chapter 8

The shadowy figure now examined her new work. Another servant, a faithful pet indeed. Those adoring eyes were just too precious to let go. She knew she couldn’t have the council awakened to its presence. She relayed her instructions.

“I think I’ll call you Kyma, it fits for a pet. Now, I will turn you back into your old form,” before she was done, the massive dragon whined. For some unfathomable reason it did not want to be changed, she herself could not imagine why. “No, no, it will be okay.” Kindness was needed in dealing with her servants. “Now, when I turn you back into your old form, you will act just like you once acted, but remember, you’re mine now, Kyma.”

With that, she cast her magic upon the willful pet and it changed back to Elder Kimaha, although she appeared younger and her youthful vigor was restored. The pet released a low pitched whining, but the figure petted it. She smiled and faded into the night.

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Malkknrre tossed and turned in his sleep, a voice tormenting his every moment in the world of dreams. He wouldn’t be surprised to see half the rugs torn and the other half torched when he woke up. Every second of his dream presented a vision of a Malkknrre torching the entire city of Avalhein, a Malkknrre leading the forces that ravage Sylfe. There was even a vision of a Malkknrre taking whatever he wanted, including women, and destroying them. He had winced at that, the vision was still imprinted in his eyes. He wanted to scream.

He woke up to a rapping at the door. He looked outside and he saw that the sun hadn’t even risen. Who would dare to disturb him at such an early hour, he did not know. The rapping continued for well over a minute even after he had snorted so loudly he wondered why flame had not come out from his snout. He then noticed something different behind the knocking, it was terrified.

Malkknrre sat bolt upright. He was debating with himself whether or not to open the door. He thought that if whatever the person on the other side of the door was afraid of was chasing it, it would get into the room as soon as he opened the door, but if he didn’t, it would get the person and burst into the room. He considered other options and stuck with opening the door just to find out, just a crack though, not any wider than that.

All of a sudden, a tingle ran down his spine when a feminine voice shouted “Malkknrre! Please! Let me in!” His hackles raised and he growled, he knew that voice too well. He pulled the door open and sat on his haunches, waiting on what would happen.

To his surprise, the scared councilwoman rushed into his embrace. “I-I saw h-her ag-g-gain!” said Geirrha.

“Saw who, Geirrha?” asked Malkuthe, placing his arms around the other. She was shivering, but she was surprisingly warm. Her fur was soothing to the touch. He wondered. Before they could begin, he pushed the perverted thoughts out of his mind; he had to help the councilwoman as much as he could.

“S-she tried to change me in my sleep… Oh the pain!” she moaned.

Malkknrre held her tight, trying to calm her. He felt her breast rising and falling softly, she had fallen asleep. Malkknrre wondered who could sleep through such terror as she had.

All of a sudden, he was looking at her face and for the first time, he realized that the councilwoman had heavenly features. Aside from the biting personality, she wasn’t too bad. Maybe he really was falling in love. He shook the thought from his mind.

Her rhythmic breathing lulled him to sleep. And to his relief, sleep brought sweet dreams, although some were perverted fantasies. For the first time in two weeks, he was able to rest; all in the arms of the councilwoman. That morning, he woke, finding that she was gone. He was surprised at the feeling of loss.

He was well rested though, and for what he would deal with on that day, it was vital.