An arrow speeds past me, screaming through the air until it finally stops, resting itself in a small child. The child wheezes, gasping for air through the hole in it's throat before finally collapsing on the muddy floor. The screams of children and women fill the forest air as the slaughter continues. A woman stumbles past me crying for her baby that bloodied her hands with the gash in it head. I yell, launching myself at a man wielding a club, I bring my foot crashing into is hand breaking his grip on the weapon, my knife then speeds towards his chest, penetrating his rib-cage and his lungs fill up with blood that he immediately coughs up. removing the blade I turn and see rooms of meals that sit on the tables, a feast only inhabited by the dead. The raid was successful. The leader of the clan was tied to a frame that was secured to our leaders horse, all I can see is his back and the wings that were built out of the ribs that have been ripped, broken and poked through his back, his heart and lungs are missing, leaving a large gaping hole around his spine. Only god knows where the rest of his blood is.

It was only a short gallop to our camp, where we start to prepare for the ritual. The dead clan leader is placed on a stake in the middle of our camp. His back is started to be filled with straw and a green liquid, and that liquid when burned, melts the flesh and burns the demons that haunt the corpse. 
Soon the fire has lit the forest with bright orange hues and a sweet stench of burning flesh, a sign that the feast has begun. There were scraps on the floor and laughter in the air, and along with the crusted blood that covered our tired bodies, the night was a pleasure to the senses.
The night grew darker and in the near distance some of the men had decided to take their own pleasure to a few of the younger females. I could see the pain slowly dripping from their eyes and the crude white liquid that soon filled their delicate bodies. The cries of children being forced upon me and the men who accompanied them only felt more ecstasy as they tried to struggle away. The sweat on their foreheads only added to the smell of shame that one could only imagine the now lifeless bodies felt as they gave in to defeat. The sea of the sound of orgy continues and even though the air was already full, I could still hear the girls screams as they forced themselves inside. 

After the fire started to die down the laughter and semi-intelligent talking moved to drunken ramblings of both men and women. The talking of war stories and hunting tales, drunken boasts and worthless bets could be heard for miles. I take a bite out of some of the leftover meat that still occupied our tables, I savour the taste in my mouth, chewing slowly and letting the fatty juices drip down my throat, the salty flavour of ham was a perfect match to the feeling of warm fire and even warmer bite of the drink. An arrow speeds past me and stops in a small child that lays crying behind a tent.