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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Grim" data-source="post: 894133" data-attributes="member: 132">The barn was dusty and the wet, musky smell of horses was everywhere.The sun was already high in the sky, and flies circled the body, which had already been there for hours, lying face down in the soiled hay.Hollun rolled the man over and looked at his face, what little there was left of it. It could only be Othic. Horribly, there was a bridle bit jammed into what was left of his throut.Early that morning, Tal, one of the farmhands who worked for Othic on occassion, had found the body, and run to the inn, where he had roused not only the town guards, but the party as well. They had dressed quickly, and hurried back to Othics farm, arriving long before the town guards.Sel was grim. He hated the sight of human blood. So sticky, so hard to clean. "I think that's a hoofprint in his forehead. I bet something paniced the horses, and they trampled him to death."Celia stared at him, dumbfounded. "Then explain why there is a bit in his throut.""Bad timing?"Davin sighed. "Not now, Sel. Othic was a good man, and this death was obviously not an accident. Still, I think we should take a look at the horses.Hollun took his cloak off and draped it over Othic. He stood. "They are out in the fields, I saw them as we came in.""Horses again!" Sel was suddenly happy, and just as suddenly sad. "But no more stew... ever."They left the barn, and walked out onto the field.The herd was scattered along the furthest edge of the field, except for two horses, a brown and a black, who were grazing quietly about half way down. The group walked straight at them. When Sel got about 50 feet away, he stopped, and the others stopped with him."That's Blaze and Broadsword. And there's blood all over thier hooves."Celia spoke. "Othic may have been right. Those two were devil-born."Sel was doubtful. "It could have been an accident. You want me to bring them over here. I caught them once before.""We all go, or no one goes," said Davin.Celia was not impressed. "They're just horses."That didn't discourage Sel. "Fine. I'll get them."He drew out his rope again, and eased his way towards the horses, walking as non-threateningly as possible. When he got within a few strides of the black one, Broadsword, something strange happened. Blaze turned and looked straight into Sel's eyes. Sel felt as if there was a tunnel between them, as if those big, soft, watery eyes were the only thing in the world, and that he would do anything for them.Blaze whispered into his mind. "Two-legs-with-rope. I know you. Now you will feel as I feel. Rope yourself, as you did me.""Yes, sir." And Sel slipped the rope around his neck.Another mind-voice spoke. A deeper, angrier voice. "And now feel the rope bite, two-legs."The tunnel between Sel and Blaze broke suddenly. This was due less to Broadsword's mental intrusion, as to the fact that he had grasped the rope around Sel's neck with his mouth, and yanked it, hard.The first mind-voice spoke again. "Goodbye, two-legs." The last thing Sel saw before the darkness came was Blaze's hoof, rising straight into his face.</blockquote>

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