Thread: Dark Desires: A Plot of Madness

Ellifain swore and snatched her hand back. She struggled with herself for a moment, the desire to bash the woman's head into the pillar behind her till she didn't move was so overwhelming that for several moments she couldn't even see straight. Growling at the woman as she threw her fit, she saw her collapse and immediately grabbed her throat, pulling her into a sitting position. Done? she snarled looking into the woman's eyes, her face a mask of rage. She kept a careful pressure on the woman's throat, part of her afraid she would inadvertently kill the woman by mistake. Her eyes fluttered shut as she struggled to master herself once more, cradling her hand against her stomach and bracing her forearm on her thigh. Opening her eyes after several long moments, she released the woman and looked to her hand. Shit. she swore as she looked at it. The woman had gotten her good just before the second knuckle were a thin rivulet of blood flowed free. She cradled her hand, turning it in the light. The wound didn't seem to be deep enough to cause her loss of her hand, but looking it over she realized she wouldn't be able to draw a bow for at least a week or it would pull open the wound and possibly even cause an infection. Moving over to her bag she rooted around in it and came out with a thin wrapped roll of bandaging. Wrapping her fingers and the corner of her palm, she tied it off then tossed the roll back into the bag. She figured the woman would try something but had counted on the woman wanting something to eat before starting something she was at to much of a disadvantage to win. She glanced over at her, contempt evident on her face. She was, at least, grateful that the council had agreed to her request of sending a runner to the palace to deliver her ransom letter. She let her mind wander over the particulars of it as she stared at the woman. She had made sure to state what she wanted clearly. The release of her people or not only would she end his daughter's journey on this plane, but she would let it become public knowledge of just how mad he had gotten. His activities would come to light and it wouldn't be long before there was a revolt in his own city and outside his walls. It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation but Ellifain wanted the man's nuts in a vice. She had spent several stay overs in Rautguard and had thought it a very pleasant place till that idea had been brutally stripped from her along with several other things.... She moved over to the woman and barked Eat or fucking starve. You have ten minutes. She moved to the woman and freed her hands briefly, only to wind the rope she had used for a gag around them. She caught a glimpse of the corners of her hostages mouth and almost felt a twinge of sympathy. Almost. Paying it no further heed, she did decide to simply find a cloth to use from now on and set about stoking the fire. Once the fire was settled and a small crackling flame burned at its center stably she picked up her own plate and crossed her legs. Setting it into her lap she dug in. A thought crossing her mind, she leaned back slightly and reached into her bag procuring a waterskin. Tossing it at the woman's feet, she then continued her meal.