The Law of Dominion
...even among the dogs, there is an order to evil.
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I love this, finally getting into the groove of writing. I've said this before, but I'm not a very organized person. This is a forced expansion of skill sets. The fact that I now know every article that I am writing, have written, and what date they need to be published, is an anomaly.
Loving every minute of it. I’m getting dangerous.
Week three of summer camp and WorldAnvil. Since I got a late start, I’m going to take my time here. Last thing I want to do is overwhelm you with 33 pieces of worldbuilding.
What irked me, and this is just a flaw in my own personality, is that I don't like non-pretty articles. I'm a cartoonist for goodness sake's. Every time I write something, there has to be some sort of artwork to accompany it. I’ve had to work…well, naked so far.
That bothers me, but I just don't have the time.
For the record, all the hard work that was created up to this point, was crafted specifically for you.
Here’s my favorite piece this week…
The Prompt: [Law] A destructive natural or supernatural event
Law of Dominion
“It is the hunger for power that tempts men to reach beyond their bounds. The insatiable desire to control another, placing the weak under foot, to abuse and neglect according to their whim. This is the perverted lust of all such beings.
But even among the dogs, there is an order to evil.”
The Law of Dominion: a fight for the right to lead.
A fight to the death.
Thule looked at the stoic faces of the six behind Gorack. It required six to Second the challenge. Should Thule fall, any of the six could take his place and finish Gorack, claiming the title for his own. It was a coward’s way of taking control. The six would face punishment for their betrayal if Gorack lost.
Such was the Law.
Thule’s grin stretched wider. He would soon need such a sacrifice.
It would be a pity to waste so much blood.
They were powerful warriors. Fearless. Thule regained his composure long enough to realize the cost. Before him were masterpieces of death and havoc. The battlefield would soon feel the loss of these powerful animals.
He shook the momentary weakness from his mind.
They had issued the challenge. They had made the error of stepping beyond their place and reached for what did not belong to them. No, they shall pay most painfully for their grasp at power.
Their blood would serve another purpose.
“You command us to run when we should fight!” spat Gorack. His muscular body heaved with rage. He paced as he spoke, a giant cat, hungry for the hunt. “There are villages to destroy, slaves for our bounty and women for our beds! Instead, you run like a whelp and hide like a worm!”
Thule’s slave stumbled into view, his arms wrapped around the folded black cloth of a tent. He stopped, eyes darting between the challenger and his master…and dropped the supplies. Running to Thule’s side, the slave quickly removed the chain mail and wrist guards. The Law demanded the opponents engage in combat without encumbrance or protection.
Might against might, skill against skill.
The armor fell to the dirt, revealing Thule’s perfectly chiseled torso. His skin was riddled with the scars of war, ancient symbols tattooed on his flesh.
Gorack threw his chain mail to the ground. Large veins pumped adrenaline-tainted blood through the monolith.
“It is MY time to lead, Thule!” he roared.
“The dead cannot lead,” Thule answered cooly. He held the challengers gaze, unblinking, as he unstrapped his sword. He handed it to the slave.
“Take up your sword and fight me!” Gorack bellowed, beating upon his chest with an anvil-sized fist. “I WILL cut you down,…coward!”
Thule entered the forming circle of giants. Supplies were cast aside, horses left roped and tents un-pitched.
The camp gathered in silence.
Thule tilted his head forward, enough for his naked brows to cast a shadow over his eyes. His lips curled back to reveal his sharpened canine teeth. Lightly tapping the hilt of the small knife tucked into his belt, he said, “This will be enough.”
A howling wind cut through the camp, biting flesh, cloth and plate.
An eagle passed high overhead and shrieked.
Gorack lunged across the circle, swinging the chilled blade of steel.
Thule hardly blinked before the gap between them closed, his one good eye catching the blur of movement. Instinctively, he threw his shoulders back and felt the hum of metal slice the air near his face. Snowflakes spun in its wake.
Gorack was indeed fast.
Twisting at the hips, Thule dodged a second attack…a blade thrust—allowing it to extend past his chest. He waited for the body to follow.
Dropping towards his outside knee, Thule reversed his direction, allowing gravity to increase his momentum. Opening his hand, he struck the giant’s windpipe with such force, the challengers mouth flew open with a reverberating pop.
Gorack’s head and shoulders stopped as his abdomen and legs continued their forward momentum. In an instant, the beast was prone on his back, unable to inhale.
“Giving up so soon, Gorack?” taunted Thule. “I expected more.”
Using the heel of his boot, he stepped on the giant’s unprotected fingers, grinding them into the snow and gravel.
Hacking, the challenger snatched his hand back and rolled to his side. Pushing off his good hand, Gorack got to his feet, broken fingers clawing at his throat.
Thule’s grin was unmistakable. “A leader must know when to move.”
Upon the utterance of the last word, Gorack launched a muscular leg to kick Thule’s midsection.
Sliding his right side forward, Thule twisted once more. Letting the leg pass by, he scooped the calf with one arm and simultaneously delivered an elbow strike, just above the kneecap, with the other. There was a loud crunching sound.
Gagging, Gorack tried uselessly to yell in pain, his body falling to the ground.
Thule watched the pathetic spectacle drag itself through the mud, towards the fallen sword.
“A leader must know when to strike.”
Forcing himself up onto his good knee, Gorack grabbed his sword and swung desperately in a backwards arc behind him. The motion was slow and clumsy.
Thule easily ducked under the attack.
Snatching the small rune blade from his belt, Thule stabbed Gorack’s forearm and ran the knife up the Vallen’s arm in one continuous motion. Melting skin like butter, the blade opened the flesh wide from wrist to shoulder.
Dropping the sword, Gorack’s broken fingers went from throat to arm, black blood cascading to the ground. Eyes bulging from exertion and lack of air, he wavered. Purple veins protruded from his neck and forehead, saliva and foam bubbling through clenched teeth.
Thule slid behind his challenger and whispered in his ear.
“Most importantly, Gorack, a leader must be the darkest animal of all.”
Without hesitating, Thule sank his teeth into the giant’s neck.
With a sharp twist of his head, flesh, muscle and the carotid artery tore free. Gorack slumped into the soil, shuddering and twitching. Thick streams of blood pumped across the ground, seeping through the snow like oil.
Thule stood motionless. Arms held away from his body, he stood poised, ready for action. He waited for the Seconds in the circle to break the Law of Dominion. Waiting. Hoping.
His eyes peered from the shadows of his brow.
Weaklings.
Slowly, he opened his mouth and let the hot flesh drop from his teeth. Sheathing the small blade, Thule wiped the blood from his face with his forearm.
Motioning to a nearby Tauku, it bowed low.
“Yessss, my Lord,” it hissed. “What isss thy command?”
Thule nodded to the Enforcers, standing at the ready. The elite soldiers knocked the traitors onto their bellies, binding them in chains. Thule looked back at the snake-headed mägo.
“Prepare the tent and see that all things are prepared for the ritual.”
He looked at the six Vallen traitors and grinned.
“We just found our volunteers.”
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Whoa, that one is dark! And intense.