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The light of the moon shimmered in the forest, some a slender ray of resilience, others were a pool of hope. A slight of humor emenates from the hunter's thoughts, if the beast ran, is he hunting it or is something else hunting him? However, that quickly ceased as the beast quickened it's step, and the hunter find his pace quite not on par. 

(He is chasing the beast, not the other way around. Rewrite.)

As the spear cleave through the shedding of leaves and bush, the lacerating image of the javelin harpoons within earshot of the creature's sight, the severe throttling of pain ebb away instantaneously. It's breath was hoarse, and find that it can no longer move. Droplets of rain trickle down his fur, yet the eyes never desist from flowing.

The vivid scent of a beam reflects upon sight and touch, flickerings of the luster hue. The lamp that lit the face no longer glimmered, color that once resided, perished. All texture and iridescence flash before view as they flew one by one, until all that is black is now white, and pupils that had once gazed upon the night sky, the infinite, life, death, love, family, tenderness, warmth, kindness, and even sadness, felt no more. Life that had lend it joy, now draw closer to take it, and there stand no longer the prideful posture of it's youth, the benign smile that was solace to it's heart, and the wealth of friendship that knew of the solemn promise made on a simple stone, with passion as the sympathetic guardian.

Swiftly, Kirag removed his spear from the carcass and bent down to heft the large animal onto his shoulders. This would hamper his movement back to camp severely, but it would keep him fed for a week or two on its own. With its massive weight, there would be no way for him to carry more than one, and now he had the extra caution of watching his back as he travelled slowly, the scent of fresh kill, no doubt, tempting predators his way. He kept his spear within reach at all times, and it even served him as a decent walking stick on this chilled night where he travelled the forest without company.

Perhaps it would not be so bad for him, he always needed a change of scenery and the alps beyond probably can spare him the boredom that is associated with hunting alone. Yes, maybe on the far side of the mountain lie a world he has never seen, and animals he never thought possible. Yes...the endless sporadic decisions that lie in wait of adventure. No, he thought to himself, no, there are starving loved ones who are dependent on him, on this beast that weighs down his shoulder.

Kirag shook his head and cleared away these distracting thoughts. He had to stay focused on the task at hand,a nd daydreaming would do him no good should he be ambushed. He adjusted the large beast's carcass and continued moving. It surprised him that he had almost no trouble getting back to camp in terms of being attacked in the forest. He approached the camp clearing, unlit by any fire. Everyone had probably gone to bed over an hour ago, and it made Kirag wonder how long he had been gone. His small shelter was the only one for miles, even in the entire forest, for all he knew. His family was the only one out here in the middle of no where.

Proud of his capture, he set the carcass down abreast his tent. The instant relief of the weight off his shoulders was exhilirating, yet he felt the exhaustion of his adventure. He stuck his spear into the ground outside his hut, to indicate the hut was dominated by a male, and opened the drape entrance to his dwelling. Something was amiss. Kirag did not smell his wife, nor his two children. He may not have been able to smell them outside the hut, but in the hut everything was close-quarters. When he entered, chaos was all he saw. Broken pottery, tables, and small furniture were strewn everywhere. The spit roast in the middle was still, no children twisting it, no fire lit below it. Kirag quickly searched the remainder of the small dwelling, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His breathing became more intense, and his blood boiled. Running out the hut, Kirag grabbed his spear and let out a beastial roar. This call was designed to let everyone know they must gather. No calls returned his, no footsteps were heard; only the wind and echo of his roar responded.

Kirag's heart faltered painfully as if it had been stabbed with a cruel, twisted blade. Where he hadn't payed much attention before, Kirag desperately searched the campsite for a noticable direction of which way they could have gone. He did this dilligently until he could have sworn he had checked everywhere at least half a dozen times. In the dark of night, there was no definition between which way was fresh stampeding and which was simply a well-traveled path that had previously been made. No dark patches in the moonlit grass told him that blood that would appear black in moonlight had no been spilt here. He would only be able to decifer what was and wasn't blood in sunlight where it would turn back red. At the moment, Kirag was left with nothing short of despair.

Paranoia and hysteria ignites in the gullet of his throat without warning as he deliriously makes a run for his weapon. The wind shifts in every direction, fire burns in his eyes and mouth, something horrendous is afoul in the world. Mist that once guide weary wanderers now roam rampant itself, whole skies are now a tint of Urobilin before his eyes, everything is moving, changing....darkness seethe in the crevice of his ears, something moves, it is only moments away, right in the corner of his stare. The shadow is advancing, the silhouette spurts back, forth, to his left, his right, near and nearer.

(He already grabbed the weapon, read my part :))

Beads of sweat form, and trickle down Kirag's face. He is unsure of the identity of the approaching silhouette. The fact that it came at him in a combative manner, juking from left to right, ensured Kirag that it was to attack him. Kirag held spear and crouched low, ready for his assailant-to-be to make the first move.

Kirag's blurry vision did not allow him to see clearly his opponent, but he did notice that as it sauntered forward, something on it gleamed in the moonlight. As soon as the shadow lunged toward Kirag, Kirag struck first, his spear being the longer-ranged choice of attack. Cleanly, it stabbed the combatant through the chest, and the foe fell into a strip of light in the grass. It was there that its figure was illuminated and defined. A light-skinned man, lighter than his own skin, was collapsed int he grass, his eyes forever opened and staring the blank stare of all dead. Human. But Kirag didn't think that there were any other humans in these parts.

"Dammit!" a recognizable voice yelled in the background as a second attacker appeared. The second silhouette suddenly rushed froward giving Kirag little time to react. The best he could do was block it with his spear. The silhouette moving as quick as a cheetah dodged the clumsy made block and jumped on Kirag. Than a wrestling match in the dirt ensued, neither he nor the silhouette gaining the advantage. Then the silhouette in a blur of motion put Kirag on his back and held him down. "Kirag clam down already!" a almost recognizable voice yelled, "I am going to help you, just clam down."

"Nergal! What has become of the family?" Kirag asked impatiently.

Cool, please read the top. When you make dialogue (people talking), you must start a new paragraph. I know it's short, but it is the rules laid out in front us. Thanks!

Rule*

(I apologize, thank you for clarifying that.)

No problem dude, you're learning and that is what is most important.

Nergal looked hesitant before her blurted, "They were taken, Kirag. All of them. Last I saw, they were alive, but... I don't know anymore."

(JK I asume you meant he)

Who to them and Where? said Kirag quickely, "and who the hell did I just kill. SPEAK MAN!!!!"

Kirag was suspicious of Nergal's hesitation, but did not show it. How did Nergal know they were taken? What did he see? Why did he not try to stop it? It was time to acquire some answers to the questions that branded themselves in Kirag's mind.

Shit sorry, didn't know cool was posting. I;ll respond to his instead.

"Kirag, take your hands off me, this is no way for family to be addressing each other," Nergal responded in a rough tone.

Kirag let out a short breath of air and stared at his dark-eyed brother before shoving him off of himself and sitting up on the ground, seeing as they were previously wrestling in the dirt. "You're right," he said. His heart felt like it was trampled on. And yet... he was suspicious... How did Nergal know all of this; had he witnessed it? And he was hesitating earlier, what did he have to hide?

(Take the word "brother" in whatever sense you will. Either blood brother sense or biological brother sense.)

<p>I actually think it works well so lets keep it.</p>
<p>Slowly they got up and moved back into the deserted tent. They sit down on the floor and light a lantern, casting an dark evil light in the room. After sitting quietly for several minutes; Kirag got up and picked his rabbits foot off the floor and put it around his neck. After sitting back down calmly but still on his guard asked, &quot;Nergal what happened here?&quot;</p>

I actually think it works well so lets keep it.

Slowly they got up and moved back into the deserted tent. They sit down on the floor and light a lantern, casting an dark evil light in the room. After sitting quietly for several minutes; Kirag got up and picked his rabbits foot off the floor and put it around his neck. After sitting back down calmly but still on his guard asked, "Nergal what happened here?"

(Sorry about that.)

(Guys. Stop. Now. Nergal witnessed nothing, Cool and Sin both posted at same time so he corrected himself with the next post. Ignore the first post and continue from second.

Who to them and Where? said Kirag quickely, "and who the hell did I just kill. SPEAK MAN!!!!"

"Kirag, take your hands off me, this is no way for family to be addressing each other," Nergal responded in a rough tone.")

(Okay, nvm, I read wrong.)

(Okay, I think I know where it went wrong, when Negal came in.

"His small shelter was the only one for miles, even in the entire forest, for all he knew. His family was the only one out here in the middle of no where."

J wrote back a few posts back.)

There was no issue of posting at the same time Erudite stop making things up. I posted in response to that then DS66 was correcting me on a rule about dialogue. Everyone accept you seem to be fine with the direction the story was going just leave it be.

((Who said Nergal didn't witness anything? Did Nergal say that? No, actually, as I recall, Nergal said that the family was taken. This means that he must have either witnessed something himself or heard it from someone who witnessed it themself or commited the crime.))

((Grr. Sorry. Let's just get back to the story.))

(I think you missed that part Cool. Again.)

(Wait, not Cool. Juk, you contradicted yourself.)

((While this is true, it was I who identified the demented shadow as a human, so I ultimately brought in the first human interactions. I didn't see it as a problem because if our hunter didn't know that there were people around, or didn't think, then that means there are no permanent villages anywhere that the hunter would know about. That's how I seemed to find this acceptable even though I was the one who stated that they were the only family around.))

Which is why it makes sense that the person he knows is his brother.

And he wants to know who he killed. Can we contuine now

(we need to declare an authority on this, somebody who can put there foot down and say, NO, or YES and everybody listen. we allso need one subject in the lounge where someone fixes the errors and copies and pastes all the paragraphs is one unbroken story.)

((So you're saying two threads with similar names, but one is purely one person posting the posts of everyone in one long, legible line? Am I interpreting that right?

Also, if no one minds, I did make this thread originally, so I can take position of the authority if no one objects.))

Sure why not. I hope we can appeal our cases to you first. I think the train of thought we had going was alright. I do not see a reason to change it.

(sounds good to me, and ya you interpretted correctly.)

JK, you made the thread, you made the rules. And just because Kirag believes there are no humans for miles, doesn't mean there aren't. Using deductive reasoning, we can assume he doesn't have the technology to find this out. Nergal not being related to him is fine, people snatching his family is okay. It's ficiton, there are no rules other than those posted by JK. So please, quit the non-story related shit. JK, when Cool and I posted simultaneously, we both have equal right to have our parts. Make the decision for us. You are the authority here.

(think we can get 3J to clean this place out for us every once in a while? lol)

I think some one chose mine and than rewrote your part into it I think if we read a post under it.

Yes it was JK he reworte your post into the story later on.

My original rule was that, if there is a tie, whoever posted first gets theirs realized. I figured this would keeps things equal as far as tieing posts go. Plus, deadly_sinner already replied accordingly.

In present now, someone pick up from this which was typed up by Cool:

Slowly they got up and moved back into the deserted tent. They sit down on the floor and light a lantern, casting an dark evil light in the room. After sitting quietly for several minutes; Kirag got up and picked his rabbits foot off the floor and put it around his neck. After sitting back down calmly but still on his guard asked, "Nergal what happened here?"

Pick up there. I'd do it myself, but I have much copy/pasting to do now. Have fun.

"Huntsmen with skin so dark, darker than your even, came into the encampment not half an hour before you left to find food," Nergal told Kirag.

darker than YOURS*

"Where was I at this time?" asked Kraig with suspicion in his voice.

You fuckin goof! It says where he was in the post before that, he was out hunting. You make me laugh cool, I hope you stay active on CYS. Please re-post, since Nergal knows where Kirag was. :P

Whoa. Your mistake is mine. I apologize. I meant to say AFTER not BEFORE. Repost yours please. My bad!

Don't repost. Act like he didn't hear the answer. i accidentally already posted it in teh otehr thread.

(my bad, really. I'm half asleep.)

"Excuse me,"said Nergal panicing at the sound of suspicion in Kirag's voice;" I meant After you had left camp."

"Fine," A now more guarded Kirag said; "now please continue on with your story."

"Huntsmen with skin so dark, darker than your even, came into the encampment not half an hour after you left to find food," Nergal told Kirag.

Respond to this Cool.

(We as a whole have agreed to not care about this last post plz continue forward.) I would post but I do not want to post more than 2 dialogues as a whole.

((Thanks for being patience with my mesup, guys.))

"Yes, yes, you said that part. How did they find the camp?" Kirag asked, trying to form his words carefully.

(I can't follow the flow of the story at the moment so someone else please continue the tale for me.)

Look at the thread that starts [Do Not Reply] I compiled everything there. It could clear things up.

(No, I follow the story perfectly well. I just don't follow the flow of where to take the story next. Never had a problem like this before to be honest.)

((Yeah, I understand. That's why it helps that we're more than one person. We all have control over all characters -at different times- and we can send this story into whatever direction we want. For example, maybe someone doesn't like Nergal very much, so you can set him up to be a bad guy. On the other hand, if you happen to like him, you can have him give Kirag useful information-- or none, depending on how much you think he knows. Iy's all up for interpretation, and nothing is written in stone until it is actually typed.))

(Yes I am waiting for SD 66 to respond because he took the story into this track and I am not sure were he was going from here.)

((The point is that anything can go. And, not to be rude, but you are the one who brought them into the tent. But serously, you could make him say anything. You can have a goal in mind.))

((Well he was the one who started with the line about men with darker skins. What I am suppose to do with that??))

((Use your imagination. I would do it myself, but I posted last.))

"They informed us of a great danger coming." Nergal said enthusiastically rising his hands, "At the time we laughed it off and sent them on there way!" shaking his head in disappointment,"They would not have been taken if not for my idiotic decision!" Standing up Nergal kicked a broken pot on the ground.

"Great danger?" Kirag asked, standing up beside Nergal. "Some great danger, and they took my wife? My children? Why, Nergal? What did they say was coming? Nergal, where did they take them?" he shouted again, grabbing his brothers arm forcefully but without the intention of causing pain. He was on the brink of hysteria like last time,not wanting to lose even the slihgtest lead on where he could find his family.

"Kirag it was not them that took your family." Nergal said putting his hand on his brothers shoulder. "My decision to ignore their advice is what got them taken. About ten minutes after they left we were attacked." Nergal chokes up at the memory he sits back down shedding a tear. The grief and sadness so apparent on his face that Kirag, no longer suspicions, sits down with him.

(Have we given up on this project? Because I was going to put it on a wirting site to help get more people intrested.)

(no. It jsut took me a while to figure out what I wanted to say to this. Erudite, while online, hasn't posted to this, and deadly_sinner hasn't been on for a few days.)

(just letting you know when I post it on the site I will say everyone who participated.)

Kirag's face twisted with confusion. He shook his head and demanded, "If they didn't take my wife and kids, then who did, Nergal? And what great danger was warned of?" he was starting to get impatient with lack of direct answers, and he had a bad feeling that the answer given to him wouldn't solve his problems.

"They came so quickly, it was like none of the warriors were there. They cut through us like we were nothing. It was all I could do to get away." Nergal replied staring off into the distance, "That wasn't even the worse part. After all resistance had fallen to pieces. They took them all. They were put in a metal box that they couldn't get out of. Then this huge beast came out of the forest and lifted them up into its arms and ran off into the forest."

((Okay, I didn't have a lot of problems with bringing his brother in. Afterall, he is family. However, seeing as there is two large groups of human (one to warn and the other to kidnap) I have a large issue with that. Plus there are apparently warriors. It seems a lot for one, small family out in the middle of the forest. One group of people would have been fine, but two is a bit much, and this family isn't large enough to have its own warriors. Not with that many mouths that need feeding.

One last thing. Being out in the middle of the forest, and hunting with a spear, they wouldn't know what metal was, in reference to the metal box you mentioned.))

((Wha the crap. I'm sorry. That above post by aranamar was actually mine. My sister left her account logged on,a nd i didn't notice. just imagine me telling you guys all of that. ))

(Some people have made references to it as a village others as a small family. I am not sure which way to go. Also they live in an isolated forest right. So how would they know about any other people in the area. The one group was running from something I figured a technological advice race would work. Also I never said the second group was human. If you read carefully I said they and huge beast, never said human. They could be really smart animals or maybe alines or they could be mutants. The possibilities are endless. I agree with the metal comment through.)

(Also there is a third human that the hunter killed we do not know anything about yet.)

(erm okay I'd like to get on this but it seems like you guys spend more time arguing the minutia than you do writing the actual story sometime...eh, whatever, I'll post, and ignore it if that's what you all decide but I'm not going to spend a bunch of time discussing it either way)

Kirag looked up sharply, frowning at Nergal's explanation. "Surely you speak madness!" Shoving himself back to his feet, he flung his next bitter words over his shoulder as he strode purposely toward the entrance. "And how is it you escaped all this...did a strong man hide in the bushes while defenseless women and children were taken?" Pushing aside the tent flap, he stepped outside and began to peer for any tracks, any evidence of what had taken place, half fearing his brother would be proven utterly mad, half fearing he would be proven right.

(( I politely ask not to continue the story until we have this agreed upon, else someone might end up redoing a post. Please just wait for a moment. I'd like to say that, if you look back, is was specifically stated that his family was the only family more miles. While is is true they are not technologically advanced, people can still run many miles per day if they are physically fit in order to scout territory. All I'm saying is that please don't post as if there is more than one family beside his own. These foreigners are fine, and I'm rather iffy about the beasts, but it has already been posted. Please don't interoduce any new parties while we still haven't gotten too far into the story.))

Being nighttime as it was, Kirag still couldn't find any traces of where his family had been taken. The same had been true last time he checked, but he wasn't sure why he had expected a different result in the middle of the night. Should he just wait until he could define the proper path or should he race off into the most likely direction, hoping he wasn't going the wrong way? Would his heart stay in one piece if he thought he would make the wrong decesion? The questions plagued Kirag.

(As I stated here, he alredy searhed for tracks and the like before. I ask that you read before posting, please. And if you can't read it, then go to the [Do Not Reply] thread where I've put everything up in order for easier reading.)

(Christ okay here we go...okay fine I guess maybe I should have specified 'after receiving Nergal's information about all those things that definitely would have left really obvious tracks he vowed to try again, maybe this time taking a light or something' but actually you know what, nevermind, if it's that big a deal just ignore my post) 

(But that's quite the point. The fact that you didn't specify, and I thought it was a good post otherwise. I rolled with it, so obvious I was okay with it. Just because I have an issue with something doesn't mean that it needs to be changed. I'm jsut pointing out that things need to be read through first. That's all.))

(Basically it sucks that there's no edit feature here, the idea was that he was going out to search more thoroughly for tracks and I wish I could just tweak that line slightly to make that more clear....and I could have had him grab a light, or you could have had him grab a light, really it's the most obvious thing for the guy to do in this situation, especially considering that he's a hunter and so far presented as reasonably intelligent. But oh well. Going to try to end this now because I feel like these parenthetical discussions really derail the story, the thread's enough of a mess as it is.)  

((You can always repot and state what you meant unless you no longer feel the patience ot afford, in which case someone else will be able to step in and post. But keep in mind, it was earlier stated that it is the rainy season, so any wood you would find in hopes of lighting it will be at least a little damp and take a while to light. A while as in forty-five minutes to about an hour at best, and it is getting colder.))

(JK, I have been on, I've just been writing and foruming, I somehow forgot about this. Anyways!)

Nergal remained in the tent, as Kirag exited. Kirag couldn't believe Nergal's tale, even though he spoke it with honest eyes. The tracks around their encampment (this is clarification, I posted village before, meaning the same thing, but apparently village is too broad of a term) led in different directioms, puzzling Kirag. He decided that nothing could be done about it on an empty stomach, so he approached the carcass which still lay outside of his dwelling.

((Thanks for bringing things back on track.))

In this dead of night, Kirag managed to bind the animal's limbs before shambling over to start on a fire. Afterall, he couldn't very well eat it raw, and it would take a considerable about of time to dry- then heat- the firewood, wet with weekly rains. He didn't very well care whether his brother came out of the tent soon or not. He needed the privacy to mull over his thoughts.

(Just telling everyone JJJ just gave me the OK to post this on my writing site to attract more users. Everyone who participated in each chapter will be credit. Just giving you guys far warning.)

As the wood dried out he thought of the strangness of this situtaton. He leaves to get dinner than comes home to find almost everyone he loved killed. Than his brother tells him Beast carried them off. What happened to the people who tried to warn them? How far ahead could the be? Would they help him find his family? As he starts a fire with the sun just creasting over the horizion creating an dark purple moring sunrise. "Nergal cook this meat for me. I am going to find those hunters." and wihout waiting for a replay. Kirag ran in the direction Nergal had said the hunters had left. Hoping that he would find some tracks and return for help.

As the wood dried out he thought of the strangeness of this situation. He leaves to get dinner than comes home to find almost everyone he loved killed. Than his brother tells him Beast carried them off. What happened to the people who tried to warn them? How far ahead could the be? Would they help him find his family? As he starts a fire with the sun just cresting over the horizon creating an dark purple morning sunrise. "Nergal cook this meat for me. I am going to find those hunters." and without waiting for a replay. Kirag ran in the direction Nergal had said the hunters had left. Hoping that he would find some tracks and return for help.

( Sorry post this on JK. This has been spelled checked.)

((This thing is really slowing down... it kind of makes me sad. ))

Nergal was alarmed by this statement and the rashness of his brothers actions. "Kirag! Wait! You have just returned home! You are tired and hungry, or I would assume you were! Come back for dinner so we can search for them by daylight or else become lost!" Nergal shouted as he raced after. He managed to convince Kirag (and his stomach) to stay at least for a while and eat. Nergal knew that nothing would stop his brother from leaving as soon as the came up. And, judging by the clouds, this would be soon.

Kirag looked at the now brilliantly yellow sky and said to Nergel " Now is the time to leave." He got up and left. His stride now sure with his hunger no longer bothering him.

((I really wish you  would post more than three sentences. There was plenty more you could have said, but don't go back and fix it now. I would rather keep this moving forward.))

Kirag looked back after a ways and realized that his brother wasn't going to follow him. This was fine with Kirag; he figured that all he needed was his spear and a full stomach anyway. The tracks he was following were a lot easier to see with the rising sun, and he followed them without hesitation. His only concern that played on the back of his mind was whether it would have been a good idea or not to rest first before storming after a clue that may or may not lead to his family's location.

As Kirag ran further he began to hear the sounds of marching feet. This pulls him out of his tiredness quickly as he rush to catch up to the nameless warriors. Kirag smiled upon coming into the encampment full of the people his brother had mentioned during their discussion last night. Before he could say a world he felt something cool, shiny and black under his neck. "If you move another step, I will have no choice but to kill you were you stand" a deep voice, with a harsh tone said. "Now you are going to come with me quietly and then after we tie you up we will let you speak." He was moved to a tent in the middle of the encampment and thrown roughly on to the ground and had his feet and legs tied with some stringy material they called "Rope".

(I think that we may need to introduce more human groups only after traveling a long way due to the hugeness of the beasts.)

(Where have all my writing buddies gone   I miss you guys come back and continue the story this it was finally getting really good)

From his position on the forest floor with his head craned up, Kirag had a moment to take in the strangers' appearances. They wore strange garments, not made of animal hides unless these animals had thin, colorful hides of abnormal decoration. And now that they were turned from Kirag, he could see the long, dark hair tied together behind their heads. Their eyes were all dark as Kirag noticed their glances and felt as thought a trapped rabbit. They also now talked in a strange tongue but apparently knew his language. He couldn't understand what they were saying.

Then, the obvivous leader of the group stood up and walked to Kraig. Saying in a language he could uderstand, "We know not who you are, but we will hear you out. Know this through, any type of deception and we are not afreid to kill you." Then Kraig got see in tho the dark green eyes of this man. "Do you understand what I am telling you?" Kraig nodded his head. "Good now that we have an understanding." The man then cut his bonds and said "Let us talk over dinner."

((One small issue. You squuezed more than one paragraph into that post, starting at "Kirag nodded". When you change the subject or the purpose of the paragraph, it's no longer just one paragraph. But that was the only issue besides small typos that I can fix when I put this on the other thread. Just please repost it correctly.))

Then, the obvious leader of the group stood up and walked to Kraig. Saying in a language he could understand, "We know not who you are, but we will hear you out. Know this through, any type of deception and we are not afraid to kill you." Then Kraig got see in tho the dark green eyes of this man. "Do you understand what I am telling you?"

Kraig nodded his head. "Good now that we have an understanding." The man then cut his bonds and said "Let us talk over dinner."

((It's better, but now you actually put the spaces between the multiple paragraphs you made- it's still more than one paragraph, but it's alright. That's something I can fix. I'll just put up a paragraph as if that last one isn't there since the rules state only one paragraph.))

((lol and can you stop calling him Kraig? It wasn't a typo when I originally made his name Kirag.))

Kirag stared up into the eyes of the tall man for maybe a moment longer than he would have liked, trying to define what all "not killing him" entitled. When he nodded, he was surprised to find that they cut his bonds and spoke of chatting over dinner. Kirag was still to tired to talk on the way over, but his stomach was sure to soon be thankful even if he was still very tired from his day of hunt and panic.

(I hope that is better)