Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Nimue's bright golden eyes peered intently out from beneath her hood as she watched the men. This situation was useless to her. She frowned, in order to get out of this she would need to do something reckless. Fourteen people all together not including those captured and the leader. She have to take out those who were guarding the dragon hybrid, then those by the fire, and if she was lucky she would be able to slip past those keeping watch around the camp without any other disturbance. That wasn't likely though. She didn't think she could bare to leave the rest of the prisoners they had taken captive. Women and children that were soon to be slaves. Most likely she would need to dispose of all the guards. She glanced over the others surrounding her and paused for a moment on the dragon's cage that sat in nearly directly in front of her. Her view was blocked by his wings but his mostly humanoid body was clear to her. Nimue also wouldn't be able to leave without freeing him. Though they didn't know one another they were kin in some strange way and she couldn't simply let him be sold and rot in that cage. Though her hands were bound with only rope she still kept her act as she struggled to her feet. The other slaves staring up at her in fear as she stumbled out from behind the cage. What came next was expected a smack that sent her face first into the dirt. She made no noise as she fell, nor at the scraps now on her hands and cheek. She didn't even make noise when one of the guards pulled her up by her hood, half choking her in the process. Wha' in da hell do ya think you're doin' missy?! Spat the voice of the guard. She made no reply and he growled, Answer me you dumb brood! Oy, that's the mute one, let her be. She's probably daft too. Just put her back with the others. The second guard interrupted and Nimue kept her expression blank as she was thrown back to the ground. She struggled slightly, lifting herself only a little and her bright golden eyes making contact with the dragon's silver ones for moment before she began her spell. Who in da hell is gonna want to buy a mute?! The first one snapped. Someone who likes pretty women, 'sides, if she can't talk they don't have to be careful about what she sees. She can't sell anyone ou- The first interrupted, So dat's why we let 'er keep 'er nice clothes, this time a fist full of her soft gold hued hair was his target as he yanked her up. You'll fetch a be'er price with fancy clothes on, eh? Nimue was pretty, spun from gold with different tones of blonde twisted in her loose curls and wide honey eyes, her skin was pale, her features delicate with long thick lashes and pale pink lips, and her body frame was petite. She wore a simple deep red gown with gold embroidery along the neck and a dark green cloak that seemed to swallow her small figure Looking at her even then, with her expression blank it was hard to imagine some great power rumbling beneath the surface. Her lips moved, but no sound came out and the man laughed at her, pulling her hair harder, Got somethin' to say? Gotta speak up, I can't hear ya! The magic inside of her snapped as her lips formed the silent spell and he dropped her almost instantly. He drew his weapon with out a word. Oi! What are you do- The second guard didn't finish his sentence as the first turned and cut him down without so much as blinking, before dropping his weapon and taking his keys from his belt. Nimue didn't bother to watch him unlock the cage as she got to her feet and turned to face the fire and the men that were her next target.