What's A Witch Without A Broom?

[Via Dolorosa]

The clouds overhead threatened to spill it's contents across the forest, while thunderous roars raged all across the sky; and in the jungles. The smell of the impending rain was refreshing and welcoming; something the Krath Death Witch hadn't experienced since leaving her home planet of Kesh months earlier. Her eyes flickered away from the sky into the darkness of the forest, where she sensed the rumblings of a predator. No mighty apex predator was stirring but a threat none-the-less.

With one hand she pulled out her saber staff, holding it in the ready position. Her desire to kill this beast was on her low lists of plans for being here. However, if the beast made the mistake of thinking she was a natural food source, the beast would quickly realize that she was not on the low end of the food chain.

The beast halted under the massive tree from which she was sitting in. The nose twitched and sniffed the air around it. The oblong head turned side to side, then with a heavy chuff proceeded along it's path. Her body relaxed from it's fighting tense and watched it disappear into the darkness. Then came the rain.

Not just a rain but a downpour, and the Krath Death Witch smiled with exotic pleasure. She ran her pale hand through her black hair, feeling the rain slip through her fingers. The rain was a blessing from the Goddess above. Now she could pursue the reason why she was here on Xagobah.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Four figures silently walked through the forest, only to have the lightening overhead flash occasionally to reveal the small group. The rain began to rain down in buckets, soaking them and the ground they were walking on. Visibility was so poor that they needed to walk carefully, rather than their normal pace of long strides, to avoid colliding with anything; mainly any nocturnal predators that dared to hunt out in this mess. The leader of the small band halted, raising an hand up to stop those behind them. Shaking off the pool of water that formed on his helmet.

"This is utter madness! Why would the boss send us out into this," merc #2 said when he stopped.

"I agree with him. This could have waited until better weather conditions," merc #4 chimed in.

Merc #1 agreed with them, but it was not his duty to question the boss or second guess his orders. And it was surely not the others under his command to do so either. The boss spoke and everyone scrambled to see that his orders where carried out; faithfully. Even this order, which seemed to be an odd one at best, made no sense to the leader of this band. Still, orders where orders.

"Quit your belly aching back there! We have our orders and a job to do," he grumbled.

Without saying another word or waiting for the peanut gallery to pipe up again, he began walking. He just wanted to complete this mission and get back to the comforts of their dry cave, where a roaring fire was cooking their meals. And with luck, change into drier clothes. Still, even in this weather he had that odd sensation they were being watched. By what or whom, he could not bet his life on.