Kory had a hard and painful life   but his strong spirit was not yet broken. However it was time for him to leave his homeland and go somewhere else. Where that somewhere else was , Kory didn’t know. Or for that matter, he didn’t particularly care. He’d started walking in a south westerly direction more than one year ago  and had traveled over five hundred miles on foot. He was somewhere around the age of thirty , but he couldn’t be certain because all of his tribe and family members had been either killed or enslaved , and besides that. They didn’t keep good records anyway.<br/><br/>He came from the far north and grew up as a slave. He worked in the mines and on fishing boats depending upon the weather. After watching all his fellow slave mates die of various natural and unnatural causes , Kory decided it was high time he struck out on his own. After killing his master , he started walking and taking anything he could get his hands on. He’d found that his strong muscles and sharp reflexes were well suited for robbing and stealing. He became  a bandit out of necessity , for these were harsh times and death lay around every bend for a lone traveler.<br/><br/>Kory had been trailing behind a group of brutish men for three days because they were going the same direction as him. Every so often he would catch a glimpse of them through the trees, or whenever they stopped to water their horses. Kory was on foot so they usually stayed a pretty good distance ahead of him. He noticed that they had captured a female and that interested him . Curiosity and the thought that she might be of some value kept him following.<br/><br/>The brutes made their camp in a small clearing beside the river . The men were drinking and they had tied the girl to a wagon. Although they had a large fire , it’s light was blocked by the wagon and it left the girl in black shadows on the ground. Kory lay on his belly at the edge of the trees with his sword in hand. He covered himself with a pine tree branch and couldn’t be seen. He lay perfectly still for hours and watched as the men drifted off to sleep one by one. They lay scattered about haphazardly , snoring , and scratching their big hairy bellies and beards.<br/><br/>He slithered across the clearing on his belly , with the branch draped over his back , so he would look like scrub brush to any one that woke up and happened to look in his direction.<br/><br/>When he reached the girl she was sleeping and unaware that he was behind her , under the wagon. He put his mouth up against her ear and could smell her hair. He whispered , so he wouldn’t scare her.<br/>“ I’m here to free you.... don’t move... don’t scream .. understand ? I’m going to cut the rope and your going to crawl slowly  .  We shall go into the trees. “ He gently slipped his fingers over her mouth because he thought she might make some sort of sound. He cut the ropes one at a time and paused. Listening. “ You ready ? I’m going first. You just follow me and stay close. If I say run .. you better run as if a wolf is behind you. I’m going to remove my hand now . Don’t make a sound “<br/><br/>He started crawling , ever so slowly back towards the trees leading her out.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3881" data-username="@PrincessCrystal" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3881/">@PrincessCrystal</a>