He looked at her, deadpanned. “Make a choice, missy,” he said. “Are you a princess or not?” Sena glared at his butt defiantly. “I’m the princess of Fayhem and I demand you put me down immediately. This’s an absolutely indignant position I don’t wish to remain in any longer.” One of the monsters commented in that rough language, making the others laugh. Figuring that she was being made fun of, Sena huffed. Her Prince Charming would better turn up soon before she took matters in her own hands. The creature that was carrying her, walked in a straight line, seemingly uninfluenced by her weight. With every step the monster took, the distance between her and the castle grew, which made Sena wary. It was great that her fake kidnapping had turned out …show more content…
Muttering under her breath about the nerve of people, she studied her surroundings and the other monsters. They all looked so different, even the texture of their skins varied. Even with her eyes narrowed to slits, Sena couldn’t call them beautiful. They were too rough and wild –too uncivilized. One of the creatures sat down, facing her with a disturbingly empty expression. The others disappeared in the forest. This creature’s skin was as black as the night, with dark blue lines that formed a capricious pattern that matched with its blue eyes. Now that her kidnapper had disappeared, the cold was seeping into her bones, reminding her of her poor choice of clothes. Sena knew that this was all her fault, but she really cursed those creatures for kidnapping her. “I have a couple of problems with my kidnapping and the way I’m treating In addition, I do not wish to cross the wall. How many miles have we covered?” “Shut up,” the creature responded in a female voice. “You’re a girl,” Sena concluded, studying the creature more closely. “But… What are you exactly?” Then she frowned. “You can speak the common tongue as …show more content…
She couldn’t suppress a smile when she thought of what would happen if she started talking in their language at the castle. “What are you smiling at?” The female orc demanded, glaring at Sena. Then she shook her head. “What do I care? Just keep your mouth shut and don’t cause my any more trouble.” Sena knew that this was her cue to piece the fragments together, but she honestly couldn’t imagine by the orc would be in trouble when she was the one dying. Frowning, she observed the female orc, who shrugged helplessly. “You really haven’t chosen the brightest light around, have you Nar Siryn?” The female orc mocked, rolling her eyes for good measure. “Did you just call me dumb?” Sena inquired with a frown. “And what does Nar Siryn mean anyway?” She had been educated properly, but she was unfamiliar with the word. Fearing that it was another insult to her address, she crossed her arms in front of her. The other orc snarled something in his language again, completely ignoring Sena. Again. “I’m sitting here, orc,” she mentioned. “And I would like to know what this conversation is
‘I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade.. they were gonna beat me up..’”
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The male twin steps forward and said something that piqued the Courier’s attention. She nods at what he says repeatedly and has a pondering look at her face. The desert fox eavesdropped, listening intently to their quiet exchange. “So,
She treats the conversation as a fight, not letting Ilsa get a second to speak, and when she's done, "Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from
Lamia's eyebrows lowered as if in momentarily confusion at the question, but her chin was held proudly in a moment again. "They let me in because I said I was here to join your ranks." With that, Yasir regarded the woman in front of him for the first time. Her frame seemed delicate just as any woman's under the layers of the traditional clothing - nothing that would make him consider her words the second time. Besides; he did not like this woman's tone.
She looked up suddenly, saw him and nodded. “Are you all right?” he asked. She was an expert at lip reading from ten years of apprenticeship at Seashell ear-thimbles. She nodded again."
She paused as though in deep thought. "Then hearken," she said, raising herself upon her arm and looking earnestly at him. "The secret of this, the Eye of the Leviathan, is forbidden you, yet if you dare to travel to a distant country far away over the waterless regions beyond the Marki, if you will penetrate the lands of hostile tribes in the disguise, you can learn that which will give wealth and power and will purchase my dowry to at last bring us together." "To
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That's what I was sure you'd be the minute I laid eyes on you," he said smiling back at Moira. "I'm glad you noticed. Took you long enough." "Oh, I saw. However, I have a complicated history, and I shy away from people."
"Just fine," Selene replies, but the Nain Rouge isn 't paying attention to her, her focus immediately going to Sauron as soon as his dark nature is brought out. The darkness around her seems to point at him, slowly focusing energy around him. The okinta everyone has starts to slowly build in its luminescence, and especially is, as raw and unchecked it is in him from the seemingly endless space it has had to grow and accumulate within him. The Nain Rouge lets out a witchy cackle. "Oh, my dear, dear, [i]dear[/i] poor Sellina.
The fawn colored female watched him with a studying gaze. She watched him speak, although his words were not as curt as the others who walked the halls of the jail. She reminded herself that he was likely as new to the force as she was and that she should not judge him. Perhaps, he knew more than she did in some ways, just like she knew more in other ways. He spoke the terms, and she nodded her nonverbal agreement to them.
She didn't have the luxury of debating with herself or allowing herself to explore the pangs of empathy she felt towards the other woman and what had to have been a horrible experience before with her own kind. Gritting her teeth she turned on her heel, ducking into
Athena read the message out and the mysterious message disintegrated. “I think we sho-” Hera was the first to break the silence but
She spoke out with defiant whisper “Maybe I am not the problem”. He fiercely whipped his hand back and smacked her with all his might, leaving an intimidating red mark. She began to cry. No, this was not a cry, this was a plea for survival.
Diotima: Ah, yes. Our conversation was ages ago, but I do recall speaking on the subject. Let’s walk back to my home and we can discuss the matter further. What is it that you want to know?