Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

A r a s h i Tired. The Frillen was tired and her head hurt. Those were the obvious things of the moment beyond the underlying pain of her heart. She'd been quiet after he'd started to walk. Not like she could really speak with that bit of wood in between her teeth. Her mind tried to focus on her surroundings instead. Where were they going and where were places that she could use as a means of escape? Her ears were still back against her hair almost buried in the strawberry blonde tresses. She shouldn't be here. She should... oh stars above, she couldn't even think about it. The Frillen were a choice slave and were harvested regularly. It wasn't long before her husband Rono had enough and together, they'd confronted the slavers rather than just trying to evade them. They didn't want to be treated like cattle and their people occasionally picked off for the trade. They'd gone on the offensive with every Frillen that they could muster. The chaos was widespread as a bark or howl from a Frillen carried and could communicate to the already enslaved that they could join the effort and rise up. It'd caused a lot of trouble and humans were not happy that their purchases were suddenly acting out in a coordinated effort. The king had sought to make an example of them and he did by wiping them out. They were too volatile and questionable to keep around. So why... why had they kept her as a trophy? It made no sense to her and the guilt of surviving them was weighing on her. The house that they seemed to be making a shift in direction toward was an interesting one. The color of the door was one that she rather fancied and would've enjoyed more had she not been so upset. It didn't seem overly opulent within like she'd seen in the castle and reminded her just a little of the treehouses, where she and the rest of her people had lived. They were built within the trunk of a tree and went downward creating rooms beneath the roots of it. It kept the home warm in the winter that way and cool in the summer. She supposed that she'd never seen a treehouse again. When they stopped and he set her down, Arashi let her eyes find his looking warily into his gaze as she tried to figure out what he wanted. What did she have to prepare herself for? Did she have to fight him? Could she after that display of whatever he'd done? She didn't move only watched him trying to figure him out as fatigue rode her pretty hard. If she had to though, she'd find some strength somewhere, enough to rise to the occasion if needed. Her eyes narrowed some. He was going to take off the restraints? Didn't want her to go for his throat? The thought drifted through her mind and didn't seem like the best course of action. After all, she didn't know what he was capable of. Physical, she could handle. This command of otherworldly forces gave her pause. So, she laid there quietly on her back with her knees still slightly drawn. It was almost comfortable enough here that she could sleep and her body wanted to but her mind knew better than to try it in such a questionable environment. She'd drawn back a little bit when he'd reached for her just out of reflex and uncertainty but she supposed that he'd need to touch her to get this stuff off. So, she sucked it up and held still. The song, which was obviously a way to communicate with these powers of his, was a bit on the soothing side and were they not on opposite sides of this, she may actually have enjoyed the sound of his voice. The hand on her hair made her want to close her eyes but she didn't dare. The sparks though were unnerving and despite her best efforts not to move, a shivering claimed her body as her eyes went a tad wider. He was good to his word though and took the restraints off even if she did question his sanity in doing so since she'd already bloodied his nose. The Frillen woman rubbed at her wrists thoughtfully and moved her jaw some accustoming herself to being without restraints. Well, she hadn't gone for his throat as he'd asked. It'd crossed her mind, yes. He'd asked for her name and her eyes lifted to his, the green depths curious yet reserved. Did he miss the whole of her being paraded about the courtroom? Her eyes narrowed some at the memory. Oh yes, the great Queen Arashi, who helped lead her people into extinction. Why did he even care to know who she was anyway? He was confusing to her. Yet, he seemed determined to keep her alive for some probably awful reason. Arashi, she offered simply since she was a queen without a people, a wife without a husband and a woman without a family now. That just left her as herself. What should I call you? She asked quietly. What name would she be cursing later?