Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Khrelan just narrowed his eyes as she explained, his words fleeing him at the shock of the revelation a tournament? That was why he was taken from his home, from his sacred duty? A tournament? From her words, he realized that perhaps this person - from their tone and pitch, a female - and himself were not the only two in this situation. But that only left more questions Why capture participants from different places? What was the purpose of all of this? At the remark about his intelligence, he felt himself grow agitated he also started to get the hint that maybe she was one of the people that had abducted him. Or at least, the same species. Where I hail from, we do not have these 'ships', woman. The only metal we use is tipped onto our arrows and fashioned into hunting daggers. he then snapped back he might not come from this world, but he was versed enough to recognize a tone of superiority. Despite the cold light of his current cell, it was fairly obvious the news and her insult had struck a nerve the orange-red marks on his body began to glow brighter, casting more light into the shadowy depths. His body shivered less and less, feeling warmer as the desire for freedom overtook him. I will not stay here...I will find my way home and fulfill my duty as Verath's vessel. he grumbled in that same echoing tone as he shifted from sitting on his rears to his hands and knees. He then reached for the bars on his cell, fingers curling around the chilled metal a grunt of pain emitting from his throat at the sheer temperature difference. His mind subconsciously focused more of the heat to his fingers, making it appear like he was doing it on purpose as he tried to heat the bars enough to liberate himself. He realized just what it was he was doing and tried to put more fuel to the fire, so to speak. He grunted more and more, the exertion on his fatigued form increasing with what seemed to be minimal returns. Eventually, he could not keep it up any longer and slumped, his shoulders slouching and the bars reddened but no less weakened. He then shivered and rubbed his arms, curling into a ball in an effort to warm himself up again. This wretched cold light...It saps my strength he said, eyes looking around to find the source. However, he then was bathed in light as the door opened and heard a voice, a male one based on the baritone nature and solid vocal patterns Ah, so the walking fire pit is awake? And feisty too. Khrelan's gaze shifted to the shadows of a tall muscular being before, a practical giant. Koriand'r would see that it was Jhasper, commander of the ship Grebnak . Who are you... asked the Praoamian, to which the commander replied, I'm the one that brought you here. Just thought I'd come see how my catch was. I have good coin on you to win your first battle, flame man. Better not disappoint. Khrelan lunged at the commander feebly, Jhasper stepping back to be just out of reach and chuckling. Spirited, are we? That's excellent. But fussin' won't do you no good. Tomorrow, you'll meet the rest and receive your 'badge'. We've quite the list of combatants for this celebration. Should be fun. Khrelan paused what did this man mean by 'badge'? His gut told him it was nothing good, and the fact that he couldn't break free likely meant he was going to wear one himself. And with that, Jhasper grinned at Kori and said, Your... former ...Highness. before making his way back out, closing the door to once again put the world in darkness. Khrelan seemed shocked he figured she was one of them by this point, but it sounded like she was royalty! You....You were responsible for this?! What sort of sick pleasure do you get from taking people from their homes?! he then tried to bellow, but it came out as more of a strangled yell instead.