Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Waiting. O how she hated it. Every moment that simply ticked by that she had to wait only inflamed her. A small scoff left her lips the moment he replied, body instantly going into motion. Her foot swung her around, kicking the bastards head and effectively knocking him over. Obviously he had taken too long in answering her question and it pissed her off. Her movements were fluid, making it seem all too easy for her to move in such a way and hit with such power. Her heel made no noise as she placed her foot on the ground again, not even sheathing her sword as she flattened her skirt again. If he had seen a flash of her panties, well he probably wouldn't remember it anyways. Disgusting creature. She spit the words out, letting out a puff of air as she turned and started for the door to the tent once more. Might as well torture them all anyways, just to make sure he's telling the truth. She muttered the words under her breath as she moved, using her sword to lift the flap of her tent and motion to one of the men outside. After saying a few words in a voice too quiet for Ashal to hear he rushed off, practically running to do her bidding. The second man moved in beside her, having been ushered inside after she spoke to the other man. Turning she looked to Ashal once again, using a hand to motion towards him. Move him over there and tie him to something this damn time. No telling what the disgusting thing will get up to when i'm not around. She huffed, watching as the man grabbed Ashal and dragged him over to a post that had been dug into the ground. Quickly he tied him to it, having to first untie his hands and then retie them around it. As that went on Jasmine moved over to pour herself a cup of tea, the set waiting for her on a dresser near a large bed. Pouring herself a cup she looked at Ashal, green eyes seeming to be studying him as she took a sip. Once the soldier was done he gave a bow to her before hurrying back outside to keep guard. For a few moments she stood there, fingers gently tipping the cup back for her to take a sip. Her time was her time and she would spend it how she pleased, not how someone else did. If she decided she wanted to stand there and stare at the bastard then that was what she was going to do. Because it was her choice. Gently she set the cup down, it making a tinking sound as it hit the silver platter before she moved over closer to the man again. Tell me where the rest of your tribesman are. Her eyes narrowed, arms crossing underneath her large breasts and making them perk up just a little more than they already did. Of course she didn't think about that at the time. Really she was much more focused on the man at her feet than anything else. Tell me and i just might spare you and the ones we find. That is.. as long as they don't fight back. She gave a small smirk, finger lifting to tap her lip. Can't have them doing that. We are already at our limit for how many prisoners we can take, don't want to have to start killing woman and children to keep the numbers down, now do we? Her eyebrow raised, almost wanting to get a rise out of him. To see that anger boil in his brilliant eyes. It made sparks curl in her stomach, a feeling she had never experienced before. Yes, she wished for him to hate her, to look at her with those dreadful eyes. For him to fight back! To try and take her on. She had never before met her match, had never before been over taken. Maybe that was what drew her to him? He could match her intensity, could match her hatred. She was going to have to test that.