Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

His eyes hadn't eluded him. He had cast his eyes upon a creature, in few forms alike humans, in far more ressembling a cat. A creature, he had no name for. That was a rarity, during his long life. Of an old temple of humans, he had been 'blessed' with eternal life, by resigning all lust for power. All lust for the abilities, magic offered. And by ranking himself, what most called a 'Monk'. But their true name, was the Hellige. Near none knew what it stood for, and those who did preferred it that way. Their Temple, and through that the entire of their race, had been destroyed. No one even knew, that one was still left. That Archibald Sven Kjaerson, was one of these, now gazing upon another ancient creature. The man's eyes narrowed, as his head tilted, at the notions she made. He wasn't foolish. He did not yet know this creature. How could he ever trust it? How could he trust, that it would not just slit his throat, once released. So he didn't answer the plea given. Not just yet. I have seen.. Dragons.. Phoenixes. Giants. Even Hydras. But never have I seen something, as beautiful and pure, as you. He spoke in a low voice, as he knelt before the cage, gently letting his fingers touch the bars of the cage, stroking downwards. He showed no signs of fear, nor did he feel it. He was not afraid, for he knew not what to be afraid of. He knew nothing of this creature, but his first assumption would be desperation. That the creature was desperate to be released. To be unchained. So he believed his chances great, as long as she remained caged. She wouldn't be foolish enough, to attack a hope of escape. Caging.. Something this.. Pristine.. Should be a crime, punishable, by death. He continued mumbling to himself, as his head tilted the other way, the deep eyes gazing towards the creatures own. Only once had they strayed down her body, to cast a glance at her beauty, before they had realized her predicament. Her nakedness. And out of respect, his eyes remained against hers. And strangely. He found himself more captivated by these, then he'd been of her body, and any others for that mater. He pondered, his eyes calming as he did, stretching his neck, as he gazed towards the door, leading out. He should've just run now. He should have left. It wasn't safe anymore, the guards where sure to have shouted loud enough, for others to have been alerted. His gaze then returned to the creature, as his fingers grasped the bars. I could set you free. And so I should. But I am certain, you are a creature of nature. Of instincts. Perhaps even Feral? Demanding the respect you deserve, you might decide to destroy me, as soon as you've been released? His words imaged the respect he carried, for the creature before him. As an equal, or even a better, he granted her the respect of unknowing, and that of strength. He was certain, there was more to this creature, then this beautiful and charming exterior. He then proceeded, to slowly move his hand inside the cage, with it's palm upwards. He wasn't hesitant. He wasn't fearful. He now granted her the respect, of believing her capable of decent thoughts. That he didn't truly think her Feral. Mindless. That he believed, something better then a mere creature of beauty, was behind the fur. Will you strike me down.. As soon as your given the chance? He then questioned, with the same light, and gentle voice as before, intent clear in his eyes. He could make no promise, to make her sure he'd keep her promise. But he could offer a hand. A hand, that she could easily take, should she not trust him. A sacrifice. To show, both respect for intelligence, and to show the ability to trust her, as she would have to do him.