Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

Teyha Teyha had honestly thought that telling the man later would give her more time, a day's journey to his home, a night to rest from the trip... Time to know him. Instead the next moments happened with a startling quickness. Her friends were deposited on beds that had appeared from nowhere, their chains unbound, and for a moment Kaura lurched forward, as if to save her from a horrid fate. Teyha! She whispered desperately, her eyes locking onto the confused youths. Don't act on impulse, think! For goodness sake, child, think! What hope had she to think? Drunk on aura and aphrodisiac, forced to confront a part of her she hated to acknowledge. Jander kissed her again, their lips meeting in a light passion before dipping off, and it left Teyha breathless and anxious. Her stomach tossed, unsettled, and she watched as walls erected themselves around her, leaving her trapped in the room with the giant undead. She found herself relieved when he removed himself from her, and moved to see her Elven companion. Silently, Teyha slid under the covers of the bed, and pulled them over herself. She hid away in the layers of material, and curled herself into a tight ball once more, huddled, terrified of what she said and what she knew would come next. Doubt crept into her mind quickly, repeating reasons for why she resisted, why she always wished to resist. Pain, pride, honor, surely that was more important than whatever he offered, right? Kaura waited near the wall until the door formed, and she moved back on the bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap once more. A perfect posture to her otherwise wild appearance. Body smeared shades darker from the mud her and her friends were forced through, the thick braid in her hair long since unwound, her hair cascading waves around a youthful heart shaped face. A feral Elf, if there ever was one. For a moment she looked at and past him, a dreamy look on her face that he would find to be typical of her. Still, despite the dirt and untamed mane of hair, she somehow seemed to glow. Her eyes were bright, almost the same color as Teyha's and framed with dark lashes. Hints of her pale skin and even complexion could be seen even now, a flawless face atop a Lovely body. She was certainly a grown woman, with a generous swell of her bosom barely covered by the burlap, the material stretched tight again over her hips and the round globes off her bottom. It seemed she would be prettier if she smiled, as if she was made for laughter, but there was no humor in her now. Only grim reality. You offer her nothing but pain. She told him bluntly, raising her eyes to meet his. Pain and torment. I have come to know Teyha well, she is a kind child. She was silent for a moment, and ducked her head, staring at the floor. You tried hard to convince we three to believe that you have taken nothing away, to clarify things about you and your kind... But I cannot respect a man who would seek out the weakest of a group, and feed off her first. She might agree, but she will loath herself for it. She looked down a moment, as if losing herself in thought, her lovely green eyes filling with sorrow. Teyha is a girl who allows herself no flaw, no mistake. She was raised to be critical to excess, even when the fault is not her own. Slowly she rose to her knees, and moved lightly forward, her eyes on the Count's. Ophelie and I are older, do as you wish with us, but please leave the young one alone for now. Allow her time to think, let Ophelie and I ease her transition. Please.