Thread: Temple of the Gods

That is exactly what I saiddo you not listen when you are spoken to? The hybrid managed to quirk a simple brow at the chuckle that was escaping the mans lips. For some reason, his dark nature did little to enable trust in him. The way he carried her as they flew through the air. The image of the whip being cracked in her direction and throwing her flight pattern off. She was so close in getting away and yet he couldnt just let her go. Was he a hunter? Someone that would return her back to the slave camps? No, there was no way he could have known she was a slave. No one did and she planned on leaving it that way. Iris manages to break her heavenly blue orbs from the mans. His orbs, much like hers, held a serene beauty to them. That much, she could tell. However, he hid that beauty behind a harsh glare. A passion that spewed hatred out through the very iriss and poised them into Iriss soul. She would have shuddered if she knew the man carrying her would not feel it. A sign of weakness, perhaps, but she would never give him the satisfaction of finding a flaw within her otherwise perfect frame. Her mind, her thoughts even, appeared perfect if someone could read them. Perhaps a bit rebellious but that would, these thoughts would, belong to any run away slave who knew, or believed, that they were better off free. She was too precious of a creature to be ruled by another. For someone to own her would be a mark against God himself and she knew it. They continued to fly through the air. An aroma seeping through her nostrils danger. Something wasnt right here. He should have dropped her moments ago and, yet, he was still holding her. Then he spoke. Its about time. I prefer to walk on my own, thank you. Just as she finished the sentence they were emerging within a hole and into another temple. Moving from one temple to the next made her a bit uneasy but it did get her farther away from where she once was. Making her escape from the slave camp even farther without the use of much energy on her part. Through the hole and landing, Iris felt her frame fall onto the ground as the once strong arms that held her removed themselves from cradling her frame. She landed with a harsh thud before standing straight up and dusting her frame off. From there, she glanced up at the man and spoke. How dare Her words would fall short the reality, and the presence, of the whip within his hand came into her actual perspective. Who are youand what do you want? Her tone had changed greatly but even she knew a whip when she saw one. Slowly, she began to back up. Her hands placing themselves along the top of each pew as she walked backwards one step at a time. His voice, though passionate, rang through her ears with a threatening poison to them. Her eyes, those precious blue hues, narrowed in a threatening stare as she continued her movements backwards as he continued to ramble on. His lips held still for a moment as he flicked his wrist. A loud crack echoed through out the silent temple from the pressure erupting at the end of the whip. The Hybrid had jumped back once more. Her eyes, for a split second, widening and showing a slight bit of fear before they fell back into their narrowing state. She hated whips. Especially this one since it was the same one that previously took her down in mid flight. Iris continued moving backwards as she began to speak herself. Youre mad. If anything, you should be using that whip against those who try to own another. She paused for a moment and continued her backwards steps, one foot at a time as she continued her speech. I will not be your friend! I will be nothing to you except a minor memory. With that, Iris turned around in a swift movement and began to spread her large white wings before taking a leap and beginning her flight once more. She didnt know this man, nor his intents, but she knew neither were less then malice.