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Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

A r a s h i Her heartbeat was thudding in her chest as she pushed herself to escape. She would've laughed at herself if she could watch this awkward motion but it was working. A thought crossed her mind of finding a way onto the roof of a building. No one should be up there and she could try to deal with the bonds in her own time. Yet, the alley emptied out onto a rather busy street with no access points low enough to jump up to the roofs. Not good. Not good at all. People were gathering just because she stood out from how she was moving and how she looked. Kill her? Enslave her? Good lord, did these people have nothing better to do with their lives? Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Of course, proud creature that she once was felt like she was a shadow of her former self. Without her family, friends, her people, what good was she? Doomed to live as some trained dog in shame or worse alone with all her guilt at being the seeming last to survive until this world finally took her too? A dark thought crossed her mind, far darker than she'd ever had before. Perhaps, it would be better if she was no longer a part of this world. What would she stay for? Revenge? It had never been her way. There. Some guards were up ahead. Her eyes narrowed as her mind made up as she changed direction for them figuring that they'd be hotheaded enough that she could push them into violence. Her ears flicked back hearing someone running after her. A glance over her shoulder to see that it was the guy that she busted his nose. Nope, she didn't feel bad at all. Trying to get her to let her guard down like she was foolish enough to believe something like that. She pushed herself to move still but a hand snagged her arm jerking her back and throwing her off-balance. Gravity and her momentum took her then tossing her onto her side, where she rolled onto her back with a groan. His question though... did she want someone to kill her. She stared up at the sky, such a pretty, calm blue before looking toward him and meeting his gaze. Those green eyes were a tortured maelstrom of emotions grief, anger, pain, despair, desperation and beneath it all sadness. She did answer him then with just one quiet word. Yes... Last edited Jun 29, 2018
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

His breath soon became laboured. Heartbeat drumming in his ears like the constant thump, thump, of a war beat. Tathlyn actually regretted spending so much of his time on his magic as his physicality had suffered for it. Underneath the heavy robes he was thin yes, but of a wiry sort rather than a muscular one. Noisily his boots clumped against the stone road and he only got close because she stopped to look. And begin moving towards a pair of guards. With a heave and grunt the man dived before she could get too far. He dived, grabbed what he could, and pulled back hard. Crashing into the ground a few scrapes tarnished his forearms now, and the Frillen wasn't the only one on the ground. As much as he wanted to take a moment to breath, the man could not justify it. Tathlyn rolled to his front and scrambled upon all fours to close the final gap. Panting he sat on his knees above her, looking down at her face. Such a pretty face he thought. Not the kind of face that should have been wracked with those lost eyes. And with one word he was shattered. He could only guess how far this Frillen woman had fallen, that she would chose death now. And gone was his playful smile that he had kept even after being hit. Too bad. That's not your choice to make anymore. You belong to me now, not even yourself. It was a hard answer, but it was the one Tathlyn had. Another short chant in the ancient tongue and the rocks started to shake beneath them. Creaking and cracking a pair of tree roots shot out and began to create a makeshift bridal of sorts around her mouth. His actions he didn't explain, but the guard she had tried to kill herself with approached. Red, brown and steel marked them out from the normal crowd. In addition to the bright feathered hats upon their head. Thathlyn, and much of the city called them roosters because of it. Strutting about as if their position granted them special privileges. You there. Are you having trouble? Where is her leash? One of the pair asked. He was right, any slaves in the city were to wear collars of mythril which as they were nearly unbreakable marked a slave as such for most of their lives. Hahaha, Tathlyn laughed clambering off of the woman. A very recent acquisition. Less than a bell's toll ago. I fear I have not had the time to do so. Now that she's in my care again I will take a more proactive effort to prevent her escape. He kept his voice light and jovial. The last thing he needed was an issue with the guards. King's uncle or not, that would have been a pain. Carry on then. Get that over with. And make sure she gets her lashings for trying to escape. Said the other guard, the older of the pair as he pulled the younger away with a tired look on his white mustached faced. It was just that easy, with the woman trussed like a stuffed turkey and slavery being this city's biggest taxable income. And once qgain Tathlyn lifted up his payment for leaving. You're in no condition to travel. The fate of the world can wait another couple days. Trying to lift her in his arms again.
Thread: When all is Dark (with Reddy)

Tathlyn had done his best to keep everything amicable between him in the guards that he didn't think of how his words must have sounded to the captive. He had terrified her he was sure, magic was rare in most of the mapped world, and those as adept at it as he was were fee and far between. With pity his dark browm eyes gazed into her green ones. Not knowing what to say, all the man could do was lift her up and walk away. With an arm curled under her knees and the other propping the Frillen woman's back up his arms grew tired from her stiff refusal to relax. But something changed her mind to his relief. Thankfully they didn't have too far to go and by a quarter bell eith some aching of his back they came to a simple three story villa. Noble as he was, Tathlyn however refused to splurge the city funds upon his accommodations. The home was made mostly of stone like the rest of the city, but a strong door of ash painted green barred his entrance. Ledt unlocked by the cleaning staff, this one time he was thankful of their forgetfulness as he nudged the door open with his foot. The inside was furnished in a homely way. Carpets and blankets hung and covered much of the woodem floor and the entire ground floor was both kitchen and guest space. The rooms above were his bedroom first, and above that the study, all open and spacious. Light streamed through the large west facing windows, filling the room with a dusty yellow glow. Easy now. He says as he chooses to place her upon a relatively new couch who's soft springiness was still in its prime. He had missed the solitary tear as he walked, but guessed at her turmoil inside. I'm going to undo all your bindings. And I hope you don't leap for my throat. Please. Tathlyn pleaded. No more orders for now, unless she did something incorrigible. Kneeling again onto both knees, her body lay about at stomach level upon the couch. The ancient tongue once again graced his voice, this time in a soothing, singsongy like pattern. A strong hand smoothed back her hair over and over while the other pulled the wood from her mouth first, then hands, then feet. Sparks glided across her skin where it was exposed along that path, nothing painful unless she had a devil's blood. Name. I want yours. He asked after the magical song ended.
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What was she thinking? What was he thinking? Tathlyn, really didn't know where to even start with both of those ideas. He doubted she trusted him given the circumstances, but even after he explained what he was going to do the fact that the Frillen woman shirked from his touch hurt. At least he should have expected that, and the shivering reaction from his spell also should have been expected. But in the end the spell moved along, the wood snaking back together in his hand to form his trusty white wood staff. Rather than speak immediately, the man's eyes widened when he heard her name. Yes, he recognized it. Anyone in the human capital would. But that surprise changed to pity as he folded his hands together on the edge of the couch. So the last of the Frillen lay defeated in my living room. He muttered. Supposed last yes, but the title stuck around. And she so happens to be the fabled queen of beasts. I doubt there is any truth to the stories, that you'd sneak into the farms of humans and slay the fathers and mothers and enslave the children. A popular story here, given what your people tried to achieve. Oh yes, the fear mongering stories spread faster than the truths sadly. I am sympathetic to what is left of your cause. Though my throne sitting nephew refuses to listen to my pleas. Tathlyn rose from there to turn around and face the wide stone hearth and cooking range. It was to late set the stew, but he could make something on the range fairly quickly. Throwing a few logs into it and setting those alight with embers from the fireplace, he let it heat while going back to the woman. Sir will work in public I think, since owner or master doesn't fit quite right. But my name is Tathlyn otherwise, and I'd prefer you use that. You must be wondering why I have you and not some torturer or general. He asked turning to plop down on the couch just above where her head lay. I, we, will be leaving soon and I desire a traveling companion. Tathlyn sighed as he readied himself for redicule. I am looking for the location of the Armory of Shortel. The druid felt a burn of his face though the color only changed a single hue more red. Shortel, the godslayer, most revered of the human gods as the one who brokered war with his bretheren immortals so that the shorter lived races may have a place. A fact Tathlyn found funny given his kin's need to enslave others. But the armory was a legend, less than that, a single line within a legend where the godslayer had rested his most trusted weapons and armor. Centuries of treasure hunting and nobody had ever found the location, or so everyone thought. What he believed was that it had been found, just nobody ever survived the return to tell of its location. Well, I guess looking past me now since I have you with me.
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A r a s h i A rather hollow sounding laugh left the Frillen at his recognizing her. Hell of a lot of good it did for her to be recognized. It just served as a reminder of what she'd lost. Foolish, she murmured. Defeated, the Hell she was but... she was despite what her bravado said. Those stories of her people slaying farmers and enslaving children were asinine. No, I eat the babies. Get the story right. She rolled her eyes with a snort feeling anger gather within her once more and yet, to what purpose. Without purpose, it just added to the overall feeling of being exhausted. Then he spouted off with something that made no sense. A man being sympathetic to her cause and he was related to the king... well the latter made her bristle worriedly as she rolled onto her side to keep a better eye on him. This seemed very worrisome. There is no more cause, she said quietly. The sooner that she accepted that she'd failed, the better. Maybe... maybe, she could move on with whatever her life had left as painful as that may be. Right now, this spellcaster or whatever he might be was her life. Why... why was she with him? This Tathlyn, was it? It was like he'd plucked the thoughts out of her head with his next comment. Yet, it may have been all the more apparent with just how her face was and it was the proverbial elephant in the room. She lifted her head to look at him when he'd sat beside her. Her tail slowly fluffed out behind her betraying her wariness and yet, it wasn't all that noticeable unless someone was looking for it. Then she was perplexed. You want me to travel with you? Me? I might eat your babies, remember? And on a treasure hunt? You've got to be kidding me. What do you want with these treasures? That was Arashi always getting to the heart of the problem. She gave another hollow sounding laugh and shook her head. I'm sorry but I don't see the appeal for you. Why me, Tathlyn? You could have any number of people come with you and you want me? A sneer covered her pretty face. Not that I miss the torturers, the general or your nephew. It just... it just doesn't make sense. I mean, I already bloodied your nose. There's a good chance that I might do it again. Why risk it? Of course, that had been her reacting out of fear and desperation but the result was still the same.
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At least she still had some sense of humor about her. Even a grim one was better than what he imagined he would feel. Absolutely nothing, Tathlyn figured. If given the chance and he was in her place the man felt as if his neck would be stretched by his own hand. His seat up by her head gave him easier access to those pointed ears that so demanded the gentle attention of his fingers. Which he gave whether or not she wanted it. True. That cause is gone. Scattered. If nothing else my nephew was efficient. His words were apologetic at least, though Tathlyn had no real control over the matter. Which is for the best. Any frillen who still live kay be able to survive in hiding if they keep from causing any problems. That eas his only offer that may give her peace. And this was if they weren't being hunted as he speals, but he doubted that from the sheer number of soldiers who returned. At all of her questions Tathlyn could only give a hearty laugh. He held nothing against her for what the humans might think were her crimes. Is it wrong to say because I think you're my type? He jokes, not knowing she had already been married up until recently. But I just happened upon you as I was going to beseech my nephew to lend me a couple guards. Figured fate works in ways that don't make sense. He admits, not actually having any real reason than because she was there. And why not? With your reputation if we come across something nasty it shouldn't be a problem. If you try to escape I have a solution to that as well, so don't try. He warned, patting her forehead. What do you want to eat? Tathlyn asks as he rises with a groan of pain from his knees.
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Tathlyn watched her face, imagining the storm that must be battering away behind those eyes. It was a calming moment to him, but apparently him touching her ears was a horrible mistake as she seemingly lept away like a spark from hot coals. That look she gave hurt him physically, tightening his chest as his mind wracked for an answer as to why. Does that hurt? He asks carefully, his lowered voice full of sympathy. So Arashi wasn't so broken that she couldn't see any good in it, even if that good was grim realism. The collar she wore, the one made of leather from what the man could see was ill fitting. To tight he guessed, and made cheaply. He was so close to offering to remove it, but something told the young, blue dressed man to wait. A last bit of leverage that he might need. What went through her head he didn't know, but for once he was able to see the frillen woman's ears lift from her head. If that joking attitude helped at all then he'd keep on with it, but later. In truth she was very much his type, ears and tail notwithstanding. Those he would have to get used to seeing, but he didn't plan on using her like many of the others in the noble court planned to do. Not alone no. We will be traveling with a Kodachi, one of the lizard folk. While he doesn't speak. Tathlyn made a motion of sticking out his tongue and closing his fingers across it like a pair of scissors, he is a very trustworthy friend. Her response to the food was worrying. Certainly her grief played a part, but during their travels he doubted they had bothered to feed the captive queen. Tathlyn started cooking anyways, if she didn't have a preference then he would just make what he wanted. Peppers from a bowl nearby and jars of spices were clattering off shelves as the young man practiced his true calling. From his iced chest, an item he made with magic that had actually taken over one hundred attempts to get right, he pulled chilled cuts of chicken and turned those into chunks. Soon the room smelled of his dinner, and in another pot he boiled rice. In the end he'd have two bowls of spiced chicken in a cream sauce heaped over small bowls of rice imported from a far off country. Try and eat and I'll take your collar off. Tathlyn said dropping back onto the couch and placing the bowl near enough to her that she could grab it.
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It was so strange to watch and try and guess what was going through her mind. In this case he found it nearly impossible to tell if his touch had hurt, or if there was just some social stigma that he had broken among her people. Eventually he gained no clear answer besides a glare, and Tathlyn in his wisdom dropped the subject for now. They are. I don't think I've ever met a bad Kodachi before. As long as you don't cross them. Even my nephew knows to leave them be. If only he could apply that lesson everywhere. Besides humans, kodachi were the second or possibly third most populated race in the drawn world. The green skinned Silari, a shorter race often called river children because of how they build their homes underwater, were competition for that. Children was just a nickname, as besides being more beastly, they aged just like any other race. So you have no issues traveling with one it seems? He asks, though the decision had been made quite some time before she was a part of this. As he cooked, Tathlyn had noticed something wrong, but brought no attention to it. Nor could he stop his cooking to take care of her without wasting the meal. If he could see what she saw then maybe he could help. However magic of the mind was a self imposed taboo, even if it would be greatly beneficial. What would happen if people no longer had their minds to keep their secrets? The thought terrified him. Eventually he would sit, and ber dead look brought creases of worry to the corners of his eyes. Not permanently no. A collar is a mandatory thing in the city here, but I can take it off when you are inside and after we leave. You at least realize that if I get into trouble it will be bad for both of us right? The question was rhetorical, and only a slight bit mocking. Tathlyn ate, his mouth shut from any words until as he kept the corner of his eye upon his guest, never having seen her as a slave. Though if need be he could always push said matter. Thank you. I hope you don't find it strange but I've always fancied opening a crossroads inn somewhere and cooking for large crowds that need shelter. Alas, the world is just to dangerous for that. He lamented, raising the back of his hand to his forehead like a swooning woman to try and bring a laugh. Which did happen, but not from her. He laughed at the growling of her stomach. There is plenty of food. Eat your fill and we'll get you in bed. There is plenty to do in the morning.
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A r a s h i All right, she grumbled. Her ears flicked back against her hair once more. The thought of wearing this stupid collar was an unwelcome as say addressing a certain someone as master but he hadn't quite required that of her yet. It just reminded her of the situation that she found herself in. What was the situation that she'd found herself in? It seemed pretty odd and frankly strange. Journeying to some far off place in search of what... treasure? The thought could almost make her laugh just with how ludicrous that it sounded. Treasure held no value for her. All the jewels and coin in all the world couldn't bring her people back... His cooking was something on the side of remarkable surprisingly enough. At least, it'd managed to get her to relax some and actually eat. That was something that she hadn't thought possible. She glanced at him at his odd comment on wanting to open an inn and cook for others. Surely, he was jesting. Her head tilted to the side at his mocking a swoon and she wondered if he was quite right in the head. Had he been a Frillen, well, she might have actually seen the humor in the moment. Now, she was just a bit on the edge of confused. Actually, it was a nice gesture to want to cook for others. That sounded very generous. She was about to comment on it when her stomach betrayed her with a growl and he'd laughed offering her more food along with the thought of sleep. The vixen did polish off that bowl and another since he'd offered. She'd even gone so far as to lick the bowl and utensil clean with a sigh that sounded almost content. The food was trying to lull her into a stupor, a sleepy one at that, and she needed her wits about her, right? Yet, Tathlyn still hadn't crossed that line yet of something that she could actually be mad at him for. So, she just relaxed a little setting her bowl down at her side. She picked at the collar about her neck absently. Stupid thing. Her hands felt around it trying to find the clasp to get it off but it teased her by being one that she couldn't quite figure out. She supposed that it wouldn't be an easy thing or every slave would have these off in a flash. A low grunt of dissatisfaction left her before her gaze rolled to his own. So, how do you get in trouble if I'm seen not wearing this? She asked curiously. It was a good question.
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After laughing at the frillen woman and getting her to eat finally, Tathlyn finished his bowl and gladly gave her another. In the end he finished first and went about washing the bowl in a small basin of water in the corner. Her own bowl barely needed cleaning, but the man gave it a cursory scrub anyways. It was a shame he didn't know when they would be back here, if ever again. There were just too many unknowns when hopping about the country and beyond to look for an ancient hoard of treasure. That thought was humbling. Maybe he should just burn it all down? It's not like they will wait all that long before announcing him dead and trying to auction off his supplies. Well. If they even bother and not just ransack the building. Well, I'd be considered a sympathizer for one. Which I am but that's beside the point. He said nonchalantly, walking around the room aimlessly. Branded a traitor. Imprisoned. And then probably made an example of on a guillotine. All of it was grim and spoken pretty quickly, as if Tathlyn didn't want to think much further on what his nephew would do. He could easily tell the collar was bothering her, and Tathlyn made good on his promise by grabbing a long dagger from a nearby shelf and letting the silver engraved sheath fall to the floor with a click as he wielded it. Saying nothing Tathlyn walked towards the frillen a few steps before he spoke. Do you trust me enough? He asked flipping the knife back and forth between both hands as the fire light changed it from silver to orange and back again.