Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

For the once confident and calm White Rose of Eden, being who she was, ultimately, and who she started out as was a constant reminder to never take her freedom for granted. She never had but now to be subject to Nettle's gaze, someone whom she had always respected and had trusted her with her very life was something she had hoped would never come to pass. However her feline tail, with those vivid ebony stripes streaking through the ivory fur of it, seemed to remind her that this was no time to dwell on that. At Nettle's gentle touch she almost flinched away. Considering how gentle the touch had been in comparison to the Rat's sickening touch it was... Soothing. Something she hadn't felt since he had dragged her out of that chaos infested mess what felt like eons ago but it had only been a few years. Years which had made her relearn to trust and relearn to hate all over again. She was harder to fall into that comfortable zone with anyone again, but how could she not deny that sense of comfort from someone who had been trying not to hurt her. It didn't help that those hypnotic blue eyes pulled her in and willed her to trust him, even when he told her to struggle, which considering her current position was hard to do as her hands were still chained to her ankles she tried to pull herself away from that promising touch. Her claws extended ever so slightly cutting across his skin in spots though her ears were her dead give away of her true emotion. Not that most slavers paid attention to Cage's true emotions as her feline ears flicked backwards. Those blue eyes had held a promise to not leave her. Damnit the last person who had done that had abandoned her like a dead weight. The thought sunk in but though her silver eyes were trying to keep that remote of calm about her, the thought to cry coming to the foreground, she had that small bit of hope still and it didn't help that Nettle was fanning the flames. Why he had been looking for her wasn't something she knew, or even if that was the plan. Was there even plan? The short conversation along with the splatter of blood which stained the walls with ruby mist as she heard the gurgling and the shaking of the body as it hit the floor. She couldn't move far with her bound shackles and chains but she could hear everything, every swish of the blades as the sung through the air. Then there was silence and shuffling, a glint out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as she saw the cage open up and Nettle remove her chains and shackles.To have the weight lifted was a sense of freedom she had not felt in a good while. Rubbing her wrists, which in some spots were still red from where the metal had brushed into her skin, an occasional spot of blood here and there from the chains as she gave him a look. Luckily for Nettle, Cage was far from modest as she gripped the sides of the cage, slowly pulling herself up. Her body made audible pops and cracks as she finally made herself into standing position. Every where her body was screaming in protest from the single movement. Despite that she carefully released her hold on the bars. Standing I can do, she said softly though the fact she stood naked in front of him didn't affect her as she carefully stepped out of the cage and onto the cool stone floor. Her steps were shaky but considering the fact she had been cramped in the same position for days she felt at least more of herself. She twitched her tail slightly in apprehension, I don't think, however I can run yet. And there will only be so much time till they come.