Thread: Icy Heart (Books and darjeeling)

If it were possible, and had she still had a speck of luck, her burning embarrassment would have lit her aflame or otherwise scar her body so much she was no longer suited to the Norn's tastes. As she was now, her fluster only seemed to heighten her awareness the eyes glued to her body, the feel of discarded fabric against her legs, her arms pressed tightly against her breast. Her eyes blurred with some semblance of tears but she dared not wipe them on her shoulder. Any sudden movements may rouse the beasts to further action and that was the last thing Kaira wanted. Then again, she didn't want any of this in the first place. It was worse when the only sound she could hear was her own shallow breathing as the rest of the room seemed to hold its breath as Adela appraised her like a show snow leopard. Kaira Leonhart, with the supposed Heart of a Lion, flinched at the sudden movement by her cheek, finding only a small sense of relief as the large sword was removed from her flesh. While not an astronomical improvement, she found that she could breathe a little easier despite being acutely aware of the greedy eyes still devouring her naked frame. She tensed as the Norn woman came closer, this time stalking about her like the predator she was, sizing the much smaller human up from every angle. Kaira found herself hard pressed not to turn her gaze with the steady movements. At least the woman was just looking for now, but it would not be long before the inevitable. She desperately thought of a way to talk the woman out of it, maybe make a run for the doors and force them to kill her. But the thought of death terrified her. More so than the threat of being used in so brutal a fashion. Kaira always did her utmost best to avoid Necromancers, with their strange magic and eerie, swampy looking lights. She hated the Undead, skeletons, zombies, she despised them all. It was strange, but the more she thought about the pain of being sliced to pieces by swords or being turned into a human pincushion by large arrows, the more she realized that Adela could have been... not Norn. Then again, she could have been human , then perhaps Kaira would have been more accommodating. But reality hit her like a sack of coal, just in time for her to hear her Norn captor speak. She could almost hear her heart break at the sound of the great fire crackling and cackling as it devoured her dress, leaving nothing more for her to turn back to. However unimportant it seemed, Kaira felt as if she had lost something dreadfully important. Yet she had no time to dwell on why as the Norn stopped, inclining forward and the human almost shrieked in surprise. The looming woman made for a very, very intimidating sight. W-wait, I don't-- Her protest was cut off with a squeak as Adela picked her up without much effort at all. To her credit, Kaira did pound against her captor's armored back with demands let me go and put me down! and other such ignored stipulations. The strong hands pinning her legs together didn't budge an inch, but it was the rush of adrenaline that kept the smaller woman going, even as the suggestive cheers faded. Between entering the warm room and being flung on the bed like nothing more than a rucksack, Kaira was dismayed to feel her face burn bright red as her chest ached fiercely, having been pressed against the chill of Adela's armor to the sudden change in temperature. She was almost grateful she hadn't been tossed to the floor, but the jingle of steel and leather banished any notion of that straight away. Adela spoke casually, but the human's reaction was anything but. You c-can't be serious. Kaira stammered in response, her eyes flickering back and forth from the door to the Norn currently undressing. The sheer size of the bedroom and the mattress she had been thrown upon only seemed to reaffirm just how dangerous of a position she was in. Perhaps death was not so far in her future. Her fingers grasped the soft blankets below, finding purchase as she pushed herself back up against the wall, almost drowning in the almost comically large pillows. Maybe she could suffocate herself in them. Kaira's mind raced, yet the sheer absurdity of it all left her with a single lame excuse. I... I haven't bathed and I smell like... like smoke!