Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain carefully watched the advancing Llarrl, waiting for their answer but ready to pull his sword from the ground and take as many of them down with him as possible if they didn't acquiece. At the first series of cough-growl-snarls that one of the wolf-men-beasts replied to Morthain with, the knight visibly began to relax in acceptance and resignation. But then at the second series of savage noise, his eyes widened as his face contorted into an expression of horror and rage. He whirled around, pulling the sword from the ground, starting to shout No! I said-- but he was too late to stop the lasso from looping around Kaveri's neck to pull her away from him. Immediately, Morthain went berserk, and raised his sword high while charging at the Llarrl, shouting as he went. NO! LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER, I SAID! Morthain quickly got within range of the Llarrl controlling Kaevri's makeshift 'leash', ready to behead the wolfbeast and free Kaevri, when he heard the words of the creature. Morthain froze immediately, with his sword held out and mere inches from the monster. The sword shook in the knight's hands, and his teeth were clenched as his face twitched. Behind himself, another of the Llarrl spoke loudly in their own tongue, and there were yet more visible reactions in Morthain as he heard the snarl-cough sounds. His shoulders hitched slightly, as if he had been struck, he readjusted his grip on his sword, and his face turned even deeper towards hopelessness and anger. Morthain didn't want this. He hated the wolf-barbarians, now more than he ever had before in all his campaigns against them. His rage boiled within him, driving him to abandon reason and begin indescriminate slaughter of the monsters, to kill as many as he possibly could before they overwhelmed him. But his years of training, and his loyalty to Kaevri, kept him in check. He heard perfectly well their ultimatum. They had outfoxed him. They destroyed his bargaining position, and left him with nothing. There was nothing more he could use or do to keep Kaveri out of their hands, and he knew it. Still, it was the hardest thing in his life, to begin lowering his sword again. Trembling, the sharpened steel moved away from the Llarrl holding Kaveri until it was pointed at the ground. It was the hardest thing in his life to do, because as he snarled with wordless frustration and finally tossed the blade aside in defeat, there was one thing he began to hate even more than the Llarrl, something he hated so much it felt like his hate was going to consume his very soul over it Himself. The knight then thrust his arms out in compliance, hands balled in fists and his wrists against each other. Momentarily forgetting or ignoring the fact that Kaevri was watching, he then showed her a side of himself she should never have seen. He glared at the Llarrl behind her, with contained anger so dark, it looked like his face was going to be swallowed up in shadows. The glare promised horrible things. Murder, torture, pain, blood. The most agonizing revenge he could take from them. Kaveri's noble knight, her friend that she had known for more than a year, was momentarily gone. Morthain's glare was so toxic, it made him look almost monstrous himself. But even so, his anger did little more than make the Llarrl hesitate for only a moment, before several stepped forward and began lashing Morthain's wrists together with more rope, then connected him to Kaevri's leash. The beasts then got in very close to Morthain to check him over for any additional weapons, and they found five daggers and knives of varying sizes concealed around his clothing. Kaevri only knew about two of them. Once completely disarmed and bound to the satisfaction of the wolfbeasts, Morthain and Kaveri were then marched through the woods, back in the direction they had come, with the Llarrl surrounding them and prowling around like the predators they were, waiting for any slip-up from Kaevri or Morthain.