iceiwynd

"Did you know," the coaxing, supporting and yet vicious voice started. "Did you know... that, of course, that's it? No more? Gotcha. That's it, no more, bye bye, 'coz we've 'ad enough." Bold eyes glared up at the speaker. "Nay," the owner of the eyes started, "Nay! I ain't goin', ye can't make me, and I'll stay 'ere or fight t' the bloody death! Ye can peck out my eyes, do wotever the 'ell ye want w' me, but I ain't goin'!" The first voice turned to a harsh laugh. "Ye like it 'ere? C'mon, leavin' could do ye some good… such as spare your life. Ye want to live, don't ye? The south lands 'ave plenty and weak creatures. Yer name may mean str