Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

The orange furred creature froze in fear and shock as she was stuck by the blade, staring into the eyes of the human woman who appeared just as equally frightened as she was. AKARA! cried another voice as a second one with long grey hair and fur sprinted toward her with murder in her eyes. Akara slumped over and soon slid off of the blade before collapsing into a heap when the grey one tackled the smithy to the ground, hissing wildly like the feral creature she appeared to be, sharp claws digging deep into the girls shoulders. Lyssia! No, you musn't harm her! She doesn't know what she's done yet! yelled a tall, muscular, black furred creature who was fighting three of the soldiers at once with a spear she had taken from them. Despite her large size she elegantly weaved in between the three soldiers in and out, evading each strike as she spun her spear with grace. With a final flurry and a riposte two of the soldiers crumbled where they stood before she swiped low cleanly severing the thirds leg. Lyssia continued to hiss savagely into the girls face, pinning her to the ground hard, yet her claws retracted from the deep wounds they caused and she began to bind the girls wrists above her head with a thin, yet durable rope, doing the same to her legs. Before she got up, she stared deep into the girls eyes with large golden orbs and hissed one last time before delivering a sharp blow to her head to render her unconscious, relishing in the violence more than she should have. There was no time for her to grieve her fallen sister. Before she could even turn to examine the body of Akara, she looked out into the chaos around her. She could see two other human women restrained on the ground as their Matriarch Khalla fought against the remaining men in the area. Where are the others? She thought desperately. Had they all ran off chasing stragglers, or were they...no...At Khalla's feet was Nahl, and Persephone, bloodied and unmoving. Charging forward she leapt and tackled one of the men slashing at her matriarch, not even bothering to use a weapon, she dug her claws into the mans exposed neck and tore at him violently, ripping at the veins in his neck until he bled out. The attack had been a disaster. What initially seemed like a day to celebrate, the idea of welcoming five more sisters into the tribe the next morning, had turned into a day of mourning. By the time the fighting was over they had lost three sisters, Akara, Persephone and Nahl, and one of the human women fleeing from the battle had taken a fall down a steep incline and snapped her neck, leaving them with only four possible new additions, which meant their tribe would only grow by one, and Nahl, Akara and Persephone would never meet their new sisters that they sacrificed their lives for. It wasn't long before reinforcements arrived from the western border, but by then the fighting was over. The ten additional sapphisari checked in with Khalla before a few set work on deconstructing the humans camp, a couple others collected their arms and armor and anything else valuable for the watch, while the rest would be taken to the grove to be reused. The four human women and two men were dragged off, deeper into the forest toward the grove where they made their home. When the smithy regained consciousness she found herself on her knees, wrists and ankles tied to a large pillar behind her that her back was up against. The deep wounds on her shoulders were cleaned and bandaged, and Sasha's clothes had been stripped away, leaving her naked. Upon first observation she would find herself in a room or possibly a hut, crafted out of unrefined wood, a lantern burning on some kind of clear liquid along with two other unidentified objects sat upon an unsymmetrical wooden table which was placed near the door directly ahead of her. The floor was crafted out of thin logs and were separated enough that one would be able to peer through and see the dirt and grass several feet below, giving the impression that the hut was lifted or on stilts. A single window near the door, above the table was open, without wooden panes or glass, peering out into the starry night sky. Night was clearly upon them now, but strangely no tree's could be seen from her angle. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a wooden chair seemingly crafted without precise tools, like everything else, and sitting upon it was a woman who resembled the same feral creatures that attacked them in the woods. Careful now. She cooed softly from her chair, one leg crossed over the other. You took a pretty heavy blow to the head, I have something to help with that, but you're going to need to cooperate. The woman spoke the common tongue as well as any human from the city, infact for savage creatures they seemed to possess a lot of the same ingenuities that humans proudly displayed. The ability to craft and build, make clothing, even the lantern was human in design, either these creatures made a habit of pilfering anything from language to tools from th ehumans they came across, or there was something deeper to them. This one was a lithe figure, dressed in dark leathers around her chest and hips. a long spotted tail weaving back and forth along the floor. Her exposed midriff was pale in color, flesh like that of a human but the surrounding area was covered in short orange fur adorned with black blotches and spots. The fur reached all the way down her legs and up to the sides of her rather human looking face. Her deep feral looking golden eyes and a light curl of her top lip along with her larger feline like ears nearing the top of her head along with the fur and tail separated her from that of a human, but there were a lot of striking similarities, and perhaps in this womans dulled state she could have mistaken this one that sat before her for the one she killed in the woods during the ambush, after all they all looked like feral feline-esque humans. This one had shorter hair, but with long bangs, one draped over her left eye. The pillar in which the woman was tied to was against the back wall of the hut but centralized between the two walls on either side, giving her and the other creature twelve or so feet distance from each other. We have five other prisoners elsewhere, one of the men I believe is your leader, he will be questioned, the rest of your company are dead for trespassing in our sacred grove. You're fortunate the elders selected me for this. Considering you murdered Akara, and your friends killed Persephone and Nahl. Some wanted to gut you and your company where they found you...but it's fine, all will be made right in the end. The girl spoke in a certain calm, clearly trying to be comforting toward the human but her voice cracked when she mentioned the names of their fallen. Yet she clearly demonstrated zero sympathy toward all of the people they killed when they ambushed them. She picked up a waterskin, one of the previously unknown objects shrouded by the lantern and picked herself up, stepping cautiously toward the prisoner, gazing down at her, but she did not kneel, not yet. My name is Chelle.