Every race has rights, the right to live, the right to govern, the right to their culture, the right to believe in their gods and the rights to their own traditions. But most important, the right to defend themselves. With that right comes the right to possess their own forces, of those forces, divisions are set where the most powerful, intelligent, quick, brave and determined are set apart from the rest, and these proud few possess the honour of being....
THE ELITE
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"So, she's praying her heart out and I mean she'd pray to any god for all she's worth at this point. When..." Qondile let the moment hold, her tone almost hushed, the other women leaned in. She slammed her hands together, making them jump and chuckle. "Clap! Heather kicks her to the floor." This was met by ruckus laughter. "Now, of course, these are humans we're talking about. So the entire bar erupts, tables being kicked back. Our leader in the centre of a circle of ten men when some big furred creature with big hands steps up. And starts swinging at the humans too!"
A whistle broke them up, forcing them to attention. They faced a tower, sharp eyed and tall, so tall she loomed. It was enough to add an icy chill to the mood.
"It's imperative we make no mistake, there can't be a tool or feather left behind. If it's discovered that a Black Air Raider was involved, the repercussions will ripple across to all Black Air Raiders in all Enduku.
'It'll eventually come back to our special division and Warchief, Destiny Dew Day will personally cut our wings off and mount them upon her wall." Heather Dlomo said to her band of soldiers.
Her tone commanding and heavy for a woman as wiry as her.
She circled the group, her twin blankets raised. Clear white and black, divided to give the look of black flame on white sky. They twitched, making her feathers ripple, creating an inferno before folding in, tickling her shoulders.
"I guess here is the best place to rest. Make it so," She ordered after a long silence.
Heather turned to the two nearest Black Air Raiders, one had dark skin like hers with medium length braided hair, her own black and white wings a simpler crisscrossing pattern of black and white. The other, the tallest with longer wings, each possessing an uneven wave of black and white.
"Lindi, Qondile, first watch," Heather barked, turning to the others "second Nomonda, Sarah, third Shoki, Mags and I will do the morning shift. I want to reach the Rocky Road before those damned monkey fists."