Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

As she stepped out from her cage, he kept giving what ever space, the hesitant creature needed. He kept his hands out to the side, before slowly moving his bow to his back, placing it back where it belonged, before leading his hands away from his body again, leaving himself vulnerable to attack, but also showing he had no ill intentions. And as the feline creature stood, his eyes now, for the first time, had to fight to keep their gaze decent. The creature, was truly beautiful, in more then one way. A marvelous creature, that hadn't deserved any such abuse, as it'd been given. No one deserved such abuse, but something as pure and pristine as this creature, belonged in the wild. In the nourishment of nature. In the warmth of freedom. As she then stepped closer to him, he seemed somewhat hesitant at first, but got control of himself, sweeping away all fear and disdain. All feelings of self preservation, that was telling him to be wary of the powerful creature before him. But as her arms swept around him, he caught himself gulping, with a short second of cautiousness, as his hands was about to keep a distance between them. But then as he heard her weep, he stayed his hands, and smiled softly. A soft sigh escaped his lips, as his arms wrapped around her, hands gently placing themselves against her back, now stroking her soft fur. His touch's effect took place again, dimming her powers the same gentle, subtle way it had before. Gave you a promise, didn't I? Worry not. Your free again. He whispered, as his eyes glanced around the room. So many riches. So many things, he could've gotten back for. But instead, he chose her. Something, he couldn't be sure would stay. A treasure, he was uncertain of. Yet, what choice did he have, in reality. He could not have just left her. Left her to her horrid fate. He knew, he'd done something good. Foolish. But right. He was surprised by her lightness. Of how her body, granted almost no weight to his body. He hoped to gods, it wasn't due to undernourishment. But instead due to magical capabilities, or that of nature. Either way, her fur felt warm and comforting against his body. Then, as she pushed him aside, he didn't resist, but narrowed his eyes lightly at the feline creature. He was still hesitant, and unsure about this foreign creature, but as he came to a rest behind a pillar, he heard the noise of an opening door. He then crouched down, prepared to bring out his bow. But as he did, the woman had already leaped at the adversary, and as he gazed out, he saw a dropping royalty, and plentyfolds blood. he sighed softly, and shook his head a few times at the situation. He'd really gotten himself in deep. And then as he saw the feline leaping for the window, his heart soon feared, it had been for little more, then common decency. The decency to give freedom, to that which deserved it. And he was usually so cautious. Making sure, rarely to take steps that could threaten his being afterwards. But this. Would not go unnoticed. All thoughts where cancelled, as he saw the body of the strong creature, collapse in the window. His eyes widened, and he swiftly leaped there, the same way he had done the night before. He crouched down, to pick up the beautiful creature, gazing down upon it with a soft sigh. He couldn't inspect her now, already sensing others approach. So he leaped from the window, and vanished into the night. He'd traveled as far as he'd dared, uncertain if she'd been hurt, and staying himself from taking chances. But with a safe distance from the castle, he settled them down, and started tending to her. He found no wounds of any sorts, so instead proceeded to clean her fur, unknowing how long she would be unconscious, and not interested in the blood spattered across her body, to stick to her fur. If this didn't wake her, she'd wake covered in a soft sheet, laying a small, but safe distance from a fire. On the other side of the fire, sat Arch, gazing into the flames with an empty expression. Next to herself, between her and the fire, was an improvised plate, made of a large leaf, and upon was a few different sorts of berries. Nourshing for the desperate, thought lacking the protense of meat, but he didn't wish to heat anything up, until she was awake. He didn't want it to grow cold. Should she try to speak, she'd feel her ability having returned, even thought the collar was still applied to her neck. It's spell, had been permanently dimmed.