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Elya || Meister
|| Royal Guard to the Princes of Dradecυѕ ||
|| Royal Guard to the Princes of Dradecυѕ ||
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Reriic had said nothing, so Elya tilted her head up to look at him, and flinched. He was mad, and though possibly not completely with her, it was there. A great deal of thoughts drifted through her head. ”If I hadn‘t have gone towards the house, presuming Cin would be safe, I would have been closer to him, and hence able to stop the guy before they vanished … but if I hadn‘t ran to the house who would have helped Sonya and the baby out? Reriic? Then he might have been injured …” She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she almost missed Reriic speak. ”Don‘t get lost.” Her head shot up to stare at Reriic‘s retreating back for a moment, before following quickly without giving anyone else a second glance.
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She followed him in silence, vowing to make it up to both Cin and Reriic in anyway she could, and to train harder in her free time and work harder to be a better guard for them. It was the least she could do. She had been given this honour by the King. She would not waste it. At Reriic's cursing she looked up and her stomach sank a little. Before them lay the maze they had entered through to enter Laelie in the first place. With it‘s thick fog and the ability to get lost so easily by just straying a little too far away from one another. Elya stuck close to Reriic as he dragged Cin‘s sword through the ground to leave a trail back to the exit, but hung back, beside the sword, as Reriic shouted to the faeries. This was evidently the right thing to do, as when the faeries appeared, they surrounded Reriic, completely missing her out. Then, she only had to watch as Reriic reeked havoc on the poor faeries.
At his command, she stepped forwards, glancing to the smallest of the faeries, her eyes sweeping the other two on the floor as she did. Her expression looked like none that she had given on that trip thus far. It was completely blank of all emotions. In that look, she clearly stated that she did not care for these faeries, would not care if they died, would not care if she killed them. They had stolen one of the Prince‘s of her homeland. They would be made to pay the price. She walked over to the smallest guy. He looked up to her, but seemed incapable of moving himself, still reeling from the pain inflicted upon him by Reriic. She crouched down to look at him better. ”Here that? Reriic wants you alive. Aren‘t you fortunate?!” She grinned coldly at him. Shin spat at her in response. Elya‘s grin fell and she straightened up. ”How rude.”
Elya placed her foot against Shin‘s side, then glanced up at Cin's sword, then back at Shin again. Pulling her foot back, she kicked him hard, sending him flying towards Cin‘s sword. He landed just short of it in a heap, and Elya walked over towards him. ”There … not so much in the way now, are we?” Once again, Shin merely spat at her in response. Elya grabbed his lips, holding them closed tightly. ”You really don‘t have very good manners do you? Didn‘t you mother ever teach you to be nice to women? No? Well, seeing as she‘s not around, I‘ll just have to teach it to you myself.” In a swift motion, Shin was face down on the ground again. He tried to push himself up on shaky arms, but a step on his behind pinned him to the ground. Elya examined his wings. ”These look awful delicate.” She ran a hand softly over one of the wings and Shin began to squirm underneath her foot. ”My brother used to enjoy pulling wings off of bugs when we were kids. He was always the cruellest of us all. Let‘s see how easily I pull yours off shall we?”
Shin‘s wriggling only got faster as Elya grabbed onto a wing and began to pull. He cried out in pain and she released it. His expression looked relieved, but only for a moment. Then, she spoke and he began squirming harder than ever. ”It appears a little more effort than my brother put in is required. That‘s not a problem though. I‘m much stronger than any of my brothers.” Her grip tightened around the wing, her body tensed, and she pulled hard. The more she pulled, the louder he screamed, and during it all, Elya‘s expression remained neutral. She pressed harder into his behind, her arms tensing more and more with no give from the wings.
Then little by little the wing pulled back towards her. By this point Shin was a muttering, screaming, crying mess, begging her to stop. His words fell on deaf ears though, as Elya focused only on the task at hand, and eventually her hard work paid off. She tumbled backwards, wing in hand. Shin released a final, loud cry, before falling silent, into a semi-conscious state his body twitching in pain occasionally. Elya righted herself, and walked over to him, glancing at the other wing on his back, and deciding that if she tried to pull that out he may just completely pass out, or he‘d lose too much blood and die, and he'd be no use to them if either occurred.
She threw the wing in her hand to one side, and turned, once more, to Shin on the floor. ”Should probably put some pressure on that wound, or he could just die of blood loss as it is …” she muttered to herself. She tore fabric off Shin‘s clothing to form a makeshift bandage and tied it over the wound, tightly, before propping him up against Cin‘s sword in the ground. ”I hope that taught you a lesson. Be nice to women, especially ones that are super pissed off with you.” Elya patted him on the head lightly, before turning around to see how Reriic was faring.
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Reriic had said nothing, so Elya tilted her head up to look at him, and flinched. He was mad, and though possibly not completely with her, it was there. A great deal of thoughts drifted through her head. ”If I hadn‘t have gone towards the house, presuming Cin would be safe, I would have been closer to him, and hence able to stop the guy before they vanished … but if I hadn‘t ran to the house who would have helped Sonya and the baby out? Reriic? Then he might have been injured …” She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she almost missed Reriic speak. ”Don‘t get lost.” Her head shot up to stare at Reriic‘s retreating back for a moment, before following quickly without giving anyone else a second glance.
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She followed him in silence, vowing to make it up to both Cin and Reriic in anyway she could, and to train harder in her free time and work harder to be a better guard for them. It was the least she could do. She had been given this honour by the King. She would not waste it. At Reriic's cursing she looked up and her stomach sank a little. Before them lay the maze they had entered through to enter Laelie in the first place. With it‘s thick fog and the ability to get lost so easily by just straying a little too far away from one another. Elya stuck close to Reriic as he dragged Cin‘s sword through the ground to leave a trail back to the exit, but hung back, beside the sword, as Reriic shouted to the faeries. This was evidently the right thing to do, as when the faeries appeared, they surrounded Reriic, completely missing her out. Then, she only had to watch as Reriic reeked havoc on the poor faeries.
At his command, she stepped forwards, glancing to the smallest of the faeries, her eyes sweeping the other two on the floor as she did. Her expression looked like none that she had given on that trip thus far. It was completely blank of all emotions. In that look, she clearly stated that she did not care for these faeries, would not care if they died, would not care if she killed them. They had stolen one of the Prince‘s of her homeland. They would be made to pay the price. She walked over to the smallest guy. He looked up to her, but seemed incapable of moving himself, still reeling from the pain inflicted upon him by Reriic. She crouched down to look at him better. ”Here that? Reriic wants you alive. Aren‘t you fortunate?!” She grinned coldly at him. Shin spat at her in response. Elya‘s grin fell and she straightened up. ”How rude.”
Elya placed her foot against Shin‘s side, then glanced up at Cin's sword, then back at Shin again. Pulling her foot back, she kicked him hard, sending him flying towards Cin‘s sword. He landed just short of it in a heap, and Elya walked over towards him. ”There … not so much in the way now, are we?” Once again, Shin merely spat at her in response. Elya grabbed his lips, holding them closed tightly. ”You really don‘t have very good manners do you? Didn‘t you mother ever teach you to be nice to women? No? Well, seeing as she‘s not around, I‘ll just have to teach it to you myself.” In a swift motion, Shin was face down on the ground again. He tried to push himself up on shaky arms, but a step on his behind pinned him to the ground. Elya examined his wings. ”These look awful delicate.” She ran a hand softly over one of the wings and Shin began to squirm underneath her foot. ”My brother used to enjoy pulling wings off of bugs when we were kids. He was always the cruellest of us all. Let‘s see how easily I pull yours off shall we?”
Shin‘s wriggling only got faster as Elya grabbed onto a wing and began to pull. He cried out in pain and she released it. His expression looked relieved, but only for a moment. Then, she spoke and he began squirming harder than ever. ”It appears a little more effort than my brother put in is required. That‘s not a problem though. I‘m much stronger than any of my brothers.” Her grip tightened around the wing, her body tensed, and she pulled hard. The more she pulled, the louder he screamed, and during it all, Elya‘s expression remained neutral. She pressed harder into his behind, her arms tensing more and more with no give from the wings.
Then little by little the wing pulled back towards her. By this point Shin was a muttering, screaming, crying mess, begging her to stop. His words fell on deaf ears though, as Elya focused only on the task at hand, and eventually her hard work paid off. She tumbled backwards, wing in hand. Shin released a final, loud cry, before falling silent, into a semi-conscious state his body twitching in pain occasionally. Elya righted herself, and walked over to him, glancing at the other wing on his back, and deciding that if she tried to pull that out he may just completely pass out, or he‘d lose too much blood and die, and he'd be no use to them if either occurred.
She threw the wing in her hand to one side, and turned, once more, to Shin on the floor. ”Should probably put some pressure on that wound, or he could just die of blood loss as it is …” she muttered to herself. She tore fabric off Shin‘s clothing to form a makeshift bandage and tied it over the wound, tightly, before propping him up against Cin‘s sword in the ground. ”I hope that taught you a lesson. Be nice to women, especially ones that are super pissed off with you.” Elya patted him on the head lightly, before turning around to see how Reriic was faring.
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