The right thing for the wrong reasons
Daisy, Xarae, Kat
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness
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the longer they took, the more nervous he was. evergreen eyes glanced around, marking every damn boulder and piece of foliage to store away for further use. or more like looking for a place to escape to. but with his sprained leg? he wasn't exactly sure how far he'd get before being rounded up. the journey was quiet - eerily so - and he felt tension with the two wolves as they walked. but Nimbus dared not speak until they were over the border. the woman left promptly. his eyes followed her body until she vanished, a desperate plea not to leave him lost.
but even now, he didn't speak as the man called for his pack. Nimbus hung his head, still on the coat, and waited for whatever was going to happen. he was quite sure he had been kidnapped by these wolves, and the woman named Zee seemed to disapprove of it. he only wished she remained here to see it through. that, as petty as it was, the young man disliked her even more for her feinted kindness. her reassurances meant nothing to him, but Nimbus also knew if she came back he'd beg her to stay. how pathetic... Sirius was quiet, waiting for the appearances of whoever he had called.
and Nimbus wasn't going to interrupt the silence. "Speech." | "you" | OOC: weeee~ |
She was starting to notice that she was slowing. The added weight was harder on her light frame. Still, she powered through, refusing to allow it to affect her yet. When her giant vessel came into view she realized why Luce had been called. The man he’d brought was injured, and Belle began to realize what exactly Seer intended.
”Sirius, who is this?” She asked sweetly, vivid magenta gaze taking in her new pet. Wait. She knew this man. ”Oh wait, it’s my little story teller.” She realized as she got a better look at him. She recognized his beautiful almost Klein like markings. ”I don’t believe I ever got your name though, dear.” She continued, looking down her beautifully sculpted nose at his sad form.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
She arrived on the scene ready for anything, but was still a little perturbed at the sight and smell of a loner. He was in a bad way, and it seemed that Sirius had carried him a long way on the pelt. Belle arrived, pregnant and glowing. Lucretia inclined her head to greet the Empress, adding a pleasant smile to the gesture. Deathbelle was living proof of Ashen's thriving community, and it always pleased Luce to see her sister.
"What do we have here?" She asked, her brow furrowed. The shaman directed the inquiry mostly at Sirius, but it seemed that Belle had also encountered this stranger previously. The young male sprawled on the pelt was favoring one of his limbs and generally looked to be in a bad way. A more thorough examination would certainly be required, but she didn't want to move him just yet until she took stock of the situation.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness
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He hated this. He hated how normal everyone was acting. Like this was perfectly routine for them to surround themselves with captives. Oh, how he wished he wouldn’t know when it happened. How utterly trapped he was now and how he was now at their mercy. Somehow, he still had that nagging suspicion. Nimbus knew he was taken against his will – he just chose to not fight this. He was not a strong man. He felt no rush of happiness to see the woman that he had previously met either. Her formal attitude only hit home how useless he was. The ‘little storyteller’. That would be fine if she hadn’t included her to it. he felt his eyes shift away as she stared down at him like they weren’t old acquaintances but that she was better than him. But wasn’t everyone better than him? The dire wolf called Sirius was quick to introduce him, and a new woman came to peer at his injured leg. He flinched away, though did not appear aggressive at all. Nimbus just tucked his injury closer to his body, wishing he had the strength now to get up and run. Injury be damned. Somehow, he found the courage to speak. His voice was low and fearful, his ears pinning against his skull. “what do you want from me? I k-know… I didn’t fight you. But I know y-you took me. Please, don’t… play with me. Just tell me. Please.” He shut his eyes as if fearing retribution for his bravery and waited whatever beating that came. "Speech." | "you" | OOC: weeee~ |
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Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
Luce wasn't necessarily fond of the Klein tendency to keep slaves, but it was an undeniable fact of their heritage. It was something she stiffly tolerated, if they remained well behaved. The problem with slavery was that it bred resentment, and Luce hated thinking about any kind of dissent or ill will breeding in their ranks. It was just another kind of illness. "Come, come," she said simply, leading them back towards her den. If it was only his leg that was injured, it wouldn't be a difficult fix. The problem was keeping him calm as she began to work.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness
|
he wasn't convinced of the sweet words the alpha used. he only hated her more for toying with him like he was an object or item and not a wolf. he was lesser, true, than many people he had met so far. he wasn't brave or strong. he didn't know how to fight. he may not have that, but he was sharp enough to know when something was wrong. he grits his jaws after he was told what he had to do, shooting Sirius a spiteful look as dragged Nimbus away. the dire wolf never mentioned repaying them for their 'kindness'. and if it was indeed kindness, he didn't have to pay them back. this was, at the core, a brutal way to control people. shove them full of false hope and cruelly snatch it away. Nimbus knew he couldn't escape now, but he would try later when he could run again. for now, he was at the mercy of the healer and the soldier. he'd do as he was told, behave fearfully, but he'd bide his time. though even if he was quite submissive, he refused to say 'thank you' to the alpha lady. he refused to play her game. allowing himself to be dragged away now to the healer's den, he rested his head on his forepaws and made it more difficult in passing. the added weight wouldn't trip Sirius, but Nimbus was being petty. "Speech." | "you" | OOC: EXIT |