Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

After changing into a more comfortable leather jerkin and a pair of trousers an outfit that the princess secretly loved it was nice being out here and not having to wear feminine dresses that were designed to show off her 'assets', Danika headed back to the tent where her little mage captive was still shackled to prevent her from casting any spells. Her prisoner was admirably tight lipped, refusing to give up any intel about her city's defenses or their troop movements...even after Danika had tortured her for several hours. After deciding that a change of tactics was in order, Danika went to see if the cooks had anything especially delicious. The mage must be hungry by now, she was being deprived of food and water...it was a method that worked when breaking wild horses and the princess figured it might work on this young girl too. Hopefully some of the crueler officers hadn't gone in there to harass the girl while Danika was away. One day away from their wives and families and they were already turning into feral animals. Now, where is my shadow... Danika called, and it only took a moment before Thea appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Sometimes the princess forgot that the older woman was around, always watching over her. Her personal bodyguard was very good, able to sync her breathing and pace with Danika's near perfectly so that the wolf didn't notice her. Ah, there you are. I am going to interrogate our little friend the mage knight. I don't want to be disturbed, that means 'no Myras allowed'. I apologize, Alpha. I merely thought... Thea's voice trailed off because she realized that it would be best to not complete that sentence. The guard had been assigned to Danika ever since the princess had turned 16 and while she always tried to give the girl plenty of privacy, it had not been difficult for her to pick up on the love that Danika and Myra shared. It was a shame really, the two seemed perfect for each other...but, that was only her opinion, and in her line of work it was best to keep her opinions to herself. It won't happen again. Good. Danika nodded, she made a mental note to speak to some of the commanders later, just to see if she couldn't get Myra moved somewhere else. It was just far too distracting to have the other woman near her, and she couldn't afford any more mistakes such as foolishly shifting and nearly revealing the strong feelings she still harbored for the soldier. With those thoughts in mind, Danika slipped into the tent to find the mage there, curled up in a ball on the floor with her arms chained behind her back and her ankles manacled together. I see that you are still trying to recover from our last 'chat'. Danika said as she pulled up a stool so that she could sit down, just a little out of reach of the mage knight, a plate of delicious looking venison and fresh bread in her lap. Am I correct in assuming that your magic takes up much of your energy? Just as my transformations take up mine? --------------------------- Sasha spoke five different languages, 4 of them at the level of a child who had an extra large vocabulary pertaining to weapons, tools, and smithing. But even though her elvish was a little rusty, she knew enough to understand the 'damn wolf' that the elf spat at her. She cringed a little bit, having expected a good cursing out but not quite prepared for it. Her eyes immediately went downwards, the beta being inherently submissive. Sorry... The wolf mumbled again, then she looked up, figuring that she shouldn't just blindly walk into things or people anymore, her eyes catching the elven woman's face for the first time. Wow... She was absolutely gorgeous, and Sasha didn't realize that she was staring at the stranger's pretty face until she mentioned it, the young wolf blushing bright red now that she had been caught. Lle naa vanima. Sasha blurted out before she could think better of it. Yes, she looks beautiful and I look like something the cat dragged in. Smelling of sweat, smoke, and soot, Sasha knew that she was also covered in all of those things as well. She hadn't even taken off her blacksmith's apron! I-I should go... The young wolf stammered out and turned to go. Yes, leave, before you say more stupid things.