Thread: My Present! Mine! { Agnores x TinyThings }

The dripping of water, was the only thing that broke the silence around them. It would be obvious to the captive, that where ever those around him had brought him, they where now doubting their actions. The attack had been rather fast and horrific. None of the, otherwise well trained, veteran strong soldiers, could've possibly been prepared for the assault they where brought. Of their numbers, they only managed to properly take out one of the attackers, who's head had been separated from it's body. Which was the main reason why, this man was now brought here. The leader of the attackers Luret Harkon, had lost a son last night. And after nearly draining most of his captives, he decided to do something even more devious to the last. The one who'd managed to strike in just the right place, at just the right time, removing the head of one of the attackers. He would now be fed to Luret's daughter. To him, that was heavy punishment. She could do with him, as she would please. And he didn't even want to consider, what that entitled. The captive had been brought through a series of caverns and tunnels, wearing a thick black bag over his head, and the pair of pants he'd worn the day before. The shirt had been ripped off, when he'd been searched for weapons. He was lucky that Luret had other plans for him, or he would've certainly caused serious damage, to the one who took down his second son. Remove the bag off the filth. Luret's deep, imposing voice demanded, as he shook his head a single time, the men behind the captive removing the bag from his head. The tall, muscular build Luret, narrowed his deep red eyes at the captive, once the bag had been removed. If the man tried to talk, he'd feel a swift, strong back hand to the cheek, sending a loud slap through the cave around them. Silence! Sack of blood and bones.. You took away from me, something that I held most dearly. And for that, I shall take away from you, not only your freedom. But your dignity as well... While you can know, that your fellow.. Soldiers. Will be treated as cattle for my family and men, you yourself will be the toy of the insane! Luret shouted, giving the man another slap across the cheek, this time on the other side of the captives' head, should he've already smacked him once. The captive's wrists had been bound behind his back, and there where two other tall men, constantly holding him by the arms. Knowing their strength, from what had happened the night before, he would probably know it was pointless to resist. After a long stare-down, the man nodded towards a door behind him, and the two men behind the captive dragged him towards it, opening it before them, and walking inside, closely followed by Luret. The cave was dark and imposing, with moss hanging here and there. They had to push through a few racks of green, before entering the mouth of the cave, where Luret walked to the middle. Avella! Where are you, my dear? He asked, gazing around with a reluctant smile. It was silent for a little while, before a silent, but almost soothing voice began ringing through the darkness. Faather? What brings you, to my.. Humble. Abode? And what, oh what've you brought with you? Or.. Should I say, who? The female voice spoke. It was impossible to pinpoint exactly where the woman was, due to the echo running through the caves. He smells... The voice added. Just seconds before something dropped down in front of the captive, instantly standing up in front of him. Famished... The woman, now standing close in front of the captive finished, smiling widely up at the man. Luret was the perfect image of terror. This woman was the exact opposite. A bit short for the average woman, with long red hair, flowing down past her shoulders. She was really quite attractive, the only thing really blocking the borders of perfection, was the pale-ish skin. The things really frightening about this woman, was the bright red eyes and lips, and that wide, careless smile upon her lips, showing the tip of a fang by the right edge of her lower lip. The guards and Luret had all jumped lightly as Avella had leaped down from the ceiling, putting a bit of distance between them and Avella. Luret now cleared his throat, and stretched his shoulders, preparing words. Avella. I am sorry to disturb you, but I've brought you a small.. Gift. He presented, waving a hand towards the captive. Avella just kept staring deeply into the captives eyes, without even blinking once. He'd find, possibly, that she was waiting for him to do so, as if she was challenging, to who would blink first. Except for the fact that she never had to blink. But the second -he- did, she turned her eyes back towards her father, with a slight gasp. A giift!? For me? Uhuu.. Thank you f.. She paused, as she looked back to the captive, narrowing her eyes a bit thoughtfully. Hmmh.. How long has it been, since he last had something to eat, hm? You give me a human, who hasn't fed for an entire day? How silly.. Gaverell.. Go fetch something for the man to eat. Anything, really. I'm quite sure, he won't be picky? She said the last word, almost as a question towards the captive, with her right brow slightly raised. Luret rolled his eyes, nodding a single time towards one of the guards, who the captive could probably guess was named Gaverell, and the guard walked off. Now then.. What.. Might your name be.. My lovely little present? She asked, with the same smiling expression as before, and the same red, staring eyes, fixed directly at his.