It did not take long for the sounds of activity to echo in his ears. He could see more people than the ones making the mark starting to move, and more slaves starting to wake up and realize what's happening. He can't say he was surprised by this happening; the plan hinged on several factors that could only be kept the way they are by chance. Kain was about ready to sneak back and yell to hurry this up to the First, when suddenly he felt something bump into him from behind.
He looked behind and saw the changling that bumped into him, staring at the raven with a fiery orange glow in his slit, beastly eyes. He then looked behind Shebna at the situation he flew away from, and immediately went to grab the bird's small body and hold it up to his face.
"...Stay in that form, and hold on." He finally spoke. Throughout his time in the caravan he was completely silent, despondent even, not saying a single word or making a sound to anyone or thing. To assume he was a mute would be understandable at this point. That said, despite his looks as a draconian human, he sounded like a normal human of his age, no bestial distortion to deepen his voice whatsoever.
With that said, he placed the raven on his scale-less right shoulder, and, combining that with what he said, expected Shebna to stick his talons into his skin to keep him from falling off. He'd of course feel pain from about eight spikes piercing into his skin, but it's a pain he could ignore in a situation like this. Once that was done, Kain decided to burn his original plan and go the faster and less subtle approach instead. Extending his wings, he jumped into the air and flew over the village, making a fast flight towards the building the First was in. Any attempt at stealth at this point would be a waste of time, given the circumstances.
The first's plan has better work, because now if it fails, there's little chance he, or this changeling bird, would get out of this alive.
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From the moment she noticed the guards were on the move and the slaves were figuring things out, Sacada immediately went for the option of Retreat. She had self-defence practice, but she was no warrior, she wouldn't be able to stand against the guards or even against any slaves that aren't on their side. Luckily for her, the moon went back to being covered in the clouds, which made it easy to hide away. She didn't exactly have espionage training, but even an idiot knows that its easier to hide in the darkest possible areas. With this in mind, she was patiently hidden, finding any dark corner and any wall to get behind as possible. She noticed how some of her work along with others were getting erased, but it's ultimately pointless to worry about that. All the marks were of the same symbol, so it shouldn't matter who gets them on how many, so long as they're on them at all.
"Wait a second, the symbol, of course!" She thought. It was a long shot but it might just work considering the other slaves. She knelt down and drew the symbol on her own leg, and then completely covered her hands in sand. In this darkness, blood will be much harder to notice when its covered by sand. Finally, she laid down where anyone could see her and closed her eyes as if she's asleep.
Sure enough, one of the slaves that were a part of the mobs found her and spotted the mark on her leg.
"Hey, wake up!" He said to her. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at the slave who found her, who immediately attempted to wash off the bloody mark on her leg.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Saving your life." The slave responded as she cleaned up her leg.
"But...I was told this mark would help of freedom." She responded, looking completely confused by the situation.
"Yes, well, it does if you prefer freedom by suicide. These marks are being placed on living and dead people alike. Seems a few slaves are up to something, and we are not liking what it might be." The slave explained. Sacada looked shocked by this, looking around terrified at what that means.
"Does that mean...they're going to kill us?" She asked. In a panic she tried to clean off any blood that was left on her leg.
"Hey, hey, Keep calm ok? We just have to find these guys and get them captured and let the guards kill them before they kill us too. Who knows, maybe the guards will give us a reward of some kind for helping them out. Not sure what they'd give to slaves like us, if anything, but it's better to be hopeful than simply lie down and die. Let's help them and hopefully get out of this." He said.
"...Ok." Sacada said, still looking nervous as she joins the slave mob the other slave was apart of. They welcomed her and began discussing ways to perhaps get to these rebellious slaves before the guards could. It would make sense, after all, to get in their favor by saving them trouble. As they discussed it, Sacada looked at them, a mask of timidation etched on her face.
"Umm...Excuse me. But...You're saying that these people are marking us all over the village, right? ...So wouldn't it make sense that the cause of this might be near the center?" She asked.
"Near the center? ...Wait, where that one guy is?" One of the slaves asked.
"I'd rather not go anywhere near that freak." Another slave declared.
"But it does make sense if you think about it. From the very moment I saw him in the caravan, something about him seemed off. He didn't seem like someone who'd be sold to slavery like the rest of us. ...Yes, I think this woman's on to something." The slave that talked with Sacada stated.
"I don't like this...but I guess it's better than doing nothing and watching what happens next." a Third slave said.
With that said the mob of slaves all headed for the center area nearby where First was located. While Sacada still had a timid frown on the outside, she mentally gave a smirk. Things on her part are falling into place for her as well as hopefully for everyone else.
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Marie hid in the shadows the moment the guards began to run into this desert maze like the rats they were. Oh, but what's this, it seems some of the mice have begun to undo what she and the others were trying to accomplish. Upon seeing the blood wash off of her victims, she comes to realize that she must do this some other way.
Looking at her surroundings, she saw a wooden pale with some kind of iron handle broken off. There was slight spots of rust, but ultimately, she decided to make due and took it into her hands. Moving in the shadows behind the slave that was her next prey, she eventually jumped out from behind, stabbing the slave threw the side of the neck with the sharp rusted edge of the broken handle, holding her hand against his mouth to muffle any sounds he may make as he succumbs to death. Using the handle like a pencil or a brush, she drew the mark into the dead slave's skin and immediately went right back into hiding again.
Last time she stood against guards, she intentionally ended her first massive 'game', never anticipating that she would survive. But as she stands now, with only this as her weapon, the guards would have an unfair advantage, ending this next game before it even gets fun. With that in mind, Marie carefully made her way back towards First, sneaking to his location from the shadows.