The Nameless Ones

Preface

Reijha strolled through the cold, dark and enveloping halls of Cyn. Gelid metal chains were secured around his ankles. Shackles, just as cold and objectionable were tightly bound around his tan wrists. The shackles were just tight enough to make his grimalkin like hands numb and defective from a loss of blood circulation. This was to alievaite him from retracting his sharp pointed fingerblades. His face was composed, but there was many layers of confusion traversing in that golden, mained head of his.

There was pain, confusion and even anger in his eyes, although he did not show it outwardly. His mouth opened slightly, revealing razorblade teeth. He let out a low growl before he closed his mouth again, forcing the anger down. That would do him no good. 

He did not know why he was now in these dim halls. He did not understand why he was dragged here so forcibly, with two gaurds on either side of him. Reijha mostly kept the peace, and was always abiding the rules.

Usually ones who are disloyal, and dissonant to their kind were sent here. Reijha was neither of those things.

He had no interest in fighting, or causing trouble for anyone else. So why was he being arrested like this? What had he done wrong? 

The elephantine stone doorways opened, and he was brought into the throneroom. Waiting upon Reijha's arrival was Scheck. His mane was entwined in a long braid which grazed the small of his back, just over where his tail stretched out. He didn't look to pleased as his eyes pierced right through Reijha's soul. His fangs gleemed, as he pulled out a sharpening stick.

Scheck opened his hand, and retracted his own collection of finger blades. He took the stick and started to file the ends of his claws, making them barbed and  sharper. He then threw the sharpening stick towards another Feigm who was holding a long sharp knife. His furry hands Then started to slide the stick, at the end of the blade. It appeared even sharper then the finger blades Scheck kept alot of maintenance towards.

Scheck stood up straight, and walked around his throne, to meet Reijha at the far end of the room. He looked Reijha over for a moment.

"Do you understand the latitude of what you have done!" Scheck hollered back at Reijha. Scheck then put his hand palm towards himself, and took notice of his own finely crafted finger blades. "I am very disappointed in you, Reijha."

At first Reijha said nothing in reply. His mind was elsewhere. A deep ache had settled itself in his chest, as his gaze dropped to the ground. 

"I am sorry Lord Sheck, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't even know why you had your own men drag me here in the first place." Reijha tried to remain calm, but there was a slight tone of enrage. It seemed to find a way, to whip right off the end of his tounge. 

"Reijah, your choice of tone, displeases me," Scheck thundered. "Why must you act this way?" Scheck shook his head as he stepped closer to Reijha. "I do not need to explain myself to someone who has never been taught anything." Reijha remained silent after that. "If you cannot keep a civil tongue, at least try and think of something intelligent to say. Otherwise, I will be forced to use my full power on you. And believe me, Reija, I am more than capable of doing so."

Reijha held . Already in some sort of trouble, and didn't want to piss off his Lordship even more. 

"Now I am sure you understand the circumstances from your acts of treason. Please come forth"

Slowly they made their way up a stone stairway that led closer to Scheck's throne. Scheck moved forward and watched as the sharpened knife was getting ready.  Reijah's ears were flat against his skull, and the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat. A guard tapped him lightly on the head with the long blade.

"Please, place your body accordingly. I know you have watched this done many a time. You know what you are here for. "

Reijha placed his neck on a cold Stone slab. Sheck walked by wacking Reijha with his tail. This was obviously a form of mocking to the young, innocent, yet accused Feigm.

"Close your eyes, and no worries, this will be done real quick." 

The knife gets tossed to Sheck, and he catches it by the wooden end midair. He stares back at the blade end. His yellow eyes gleem back, like pools of silken cloth. He then lifts the knife up, and swings it back down with a harsh force. Reijha feels the pain, but keeps quiet. He knows very well that Sheck seemed to get off, from the screams.

Blood trickles down Reijha's body, and he feels a sharp pain course it's way down his spine. Sheck takes another swing. The pain is just as unpleasant, as the first. There was one final swing, and then it was done.

Reijha was no more, nothing but a souless body walking amongst the world. He was nothing without his tail. No Feigm was. To lose one's tail, meant complete isolation from everyone you have known, and loved. Soon enough he would be tossed out into the dark. Out of the cities walls, and into the land of the Nameless Ones. But most importantly, Reijha would never see his beloved friends again. Or his family, his sweet mother. 

There was many sinful beign's out there. Other Feigms who have lost their tails. Most of them of course, were not wrongfully accused. Most were killers, thief's, rapists, and the like. They were called the Nameless One's because losing your tail, meant losing all of your status. You were now nothing, and must live the rest of your life fending for your own.

Many Feigms were afraid to leave their cities tall walls, as that was where the Nameless Ones thrived. The Nameless ones were not allowed to enter a city or a town. The consequences then would be death. They also were not allowed to walk amongst the gilded paths. These were a safety measure for the tail bearing Feigms throughout the land. Highly trained soldiers would escort anyone who paid them, down the gilded paths. That was the only way to comfortably travel from city to city, town to town. Without the protection of such security, many Feigms would have been slain.The Nameless Ones were not benevolent to anyone, regardless of their rank or position. Even if one was a prince, or noble of some sort, it wouldn't stop them from killing you off, as soon as possible.

Reijha had no idea, what was to come to him. He did not understand any of this. He never dreamed of being out there. Out with all the Nameless Ones. He was now one of them though, so in order to survive he would have to get over his own morals. He would now have to learn, to be like one of them. He would now have to learn, how to think like one of them. It would be the only way he could survive out there. Alone, and afraid in the land of The Nameless Ones.