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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 7:56 pm
Raiden nodded at Aaron. His sister was going to be free soon as well. Even if he had to fight through all these bastards to do it. The centaur looked at his companion and felt anger boiling inside. If Khali even looked half this bad…he wanted to kill them. If he wasn’t risking his sister’s safety then the centaur would have gone berserk right there and then. As it was he clenched a bundle of heavy cloth tightly and only hesitated once before following Aaron.
I’m sorry Tzeitel. Surely she was safe…but the fact was he couldn’t see her. The feeling in his chest pulled hard at him, but the centaur had seen Khali. She was already at the auction block about to be bought. “Tch.” He bit his lip thoughtfully. He had meant to free her way before this point. “Aaron.” Catching up to his friend Raiden pressed the bundle towards him. For a split second a sword sheath was revealed, but more importantly was the clanking of tools in the parcel hidden there beneath the wool cloak as well. “Get to her while I get their attention.” He knew his sister’s skills and knew that giving that bundle to her at the moment was their best bet. He had his own objective after all.
As the auction got heated over the male before his sister and finally ended. Raiden found himself passing guards and pulling himself up on a platform near the stage. From his distance he couldn't see Khali well and was slightly glad he couldn't. As it was it fueled his voice as he yelled over the crowd. “Hey! You shouldn’t sell that female, she looks horrible. What type of slavers are ya?” He grinned maliciously as the attention swerved to him where a couple of slavers already laid on the ground around him, “At least pick a better crop for these rich asses!”
“Oiy! Get the ‘ell down from there!” A bulky cervitaur attempted to get through the crowds so that he could silence the disturbance, but as soon as Raiden saw the centaur grinned. Snapping his fingers a sizzling sound entered the silence of the crowd before the popping of firecrackers went off throughout the whole area. Smoke and chaos began to ensue as some even caught fire on the canvases hanging around.
Jumping off of his perch Raiden winced lightly. One of the guards had had a dagger on him and had moved quicker than he had expected. Still he kept his hand tightly against his side before running off back towards the slave holding area. Tzeitel had been right there…
His worry only got worse when he picked up the remains of the necklace. Dammit, no! Raiden’s eyes widened as he fought through the moving crowd, “Tzeitel!” Where was she? He had to find her! Right now nothing else mattered to the centaur. Not even his own self as he earned more bruises and another good couple of gashes on his hide as he pushed through rather than carefully fighting his way.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:49 pm
One, two, buckle my sword, three, four, hit the floor, five, six, give a high kick, seven, eight, put him in a crate... Why was the only thing she could think of to take her mind off the situation was an odd song she'd made as a child? Was this what happened to little girls that didn't listen to their mothers? Bryanni would be furious; she'd always stressed the importance of hiding a dagger.
Khalidah snapped her teeth at the poor fool who tried to drag her forward. If they weren't on the chopping block he would have decked her for sure, but circumstances were in her favor, for once. Her chains were held in the vice like grip of her overseer, and- His eyes snapped to the jerk interrupting the auction. But, low and behold, it wasn't any jerk! It was Raiden! Thanks, brother, for everything. She couldn't decide if she was more excited that he'd come back for her, or peeved that he'd spoken so low of her. Knowing Raiden, it probably wasn't even an act.
Her eyes barely drifted away from him, and instantly closed when the fireworks went off. For a moment she was stunned, too shocked by it all to react, and in the next second she was pulling her manacles over the overseer's head. She held the chains tight about his throat, squeezing much harder than necessary while he struggled, and went limp in her arms. Now if she could just find the key.....
Khali looked up in time to see the Auctioneer barreling towards her, his dagger raised....
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:40 pm
Tzeitel could barely think straight. Where was she being taken? Why? Had Raiden reached Aaron? Was Khalidah alright? What was all that noise? She screamed as the scene behind them seemed to explode, and attempted to spin back to look. Were her friends okay?! She remembered something Raiden had said about a distraction, but was this it? She was far too worked up to remember properly what he’d told her.
The big wolftaur dug his fingers into Tzeitel's arm as she tried to pull away, backhanding her across her cheek with his other hand. "What did I say about fussing?" he asked in a reminding tone much cooler and more controlled than his actions expressed. "You're my property now. By the sounds of that loud boom, everything is free game anyhow, and I'm not going to be an idiot like that man of yours and leave you to be snatched by someone else." He laughed at her expression. "Besides, think I saw him head that way, didn't I? He probably got blown to bits."
Her eyes stung from the slap and the sharp laugh, wiggling as the male wrapped an arm around her waist to hoist her partially off her front hooves, now dragging more than walking her along. Chest aching from how tightly she was being held and already gasping from concern, those thick fingers digging into her ribs, it made it difficult to breathe. She didn’t know if her friends were okay. She couldn’t break free to go find them, or be found. She only belatedly realized that her hand was hurting from holding the parasol so tightly.
...The parasol! The necklace was on the ground... Somehow, through her speeding, spinning and reeling thoughts, an idea arose. Peeking up at the wolf holding her, she dropped the parasol to the ground and kicked it back. A trail. Please follow it... Raiden... Be alright... Help... Tugging a ribbon from her hair with her arm that wasn’t pinned to her side, she dropped that a little bit later. And after that, she yanked off one of the earring clips...
Aaron looked at the bag dropped next to him and felt his resolve firm. Of course Raiden had a plan. The guy always did. Nodding, he scooped up the package and watched the other male run off. His ears perked when the yelling started, and a painful smile managed to rise. On any other day, that remark would have earned the younger male a punch from his sister.
He looked back to Khali, and his gut clenched at the sight. She'd been hurt... Not expecting the explosions, he nearly dropped the bag he was holding. He couldn't miss his chance though. He pushed and darted up onto the auction block. "Khali!" He ran up to her and tossed the bag at her hooves, and glanced at the unconscious slaver there as well. As much as he wanted to stop, to go touch her face, to settle his stomach with the fact that he hadn't lost her, he spun to carry his momentum at the charging auctioneer. He rammed into the slaver, knocking the other off balance and grabbing at the arm holding the dagger to knock the blade free. He only just kept himself upright, wobbling a bit as dizziness hit him, and backed up toward Khali again to keep himself between her and anyone else who might try to harm her. He had to watch her back while she freed herself... He'd already failed her once... He wasn't about to do it again.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 10:10 pm
“Get the hell away from me!”
Swinging out his fist Raiden rammed another slaver into the side of a building. Twisting up on his rear hooves the centaur took his attacker by surprise by taking the risk of being stabbed so that he could knock him unconscious. Ignoring the steady drip of blood which ran down from both of his arms and his back Raiden turned to continue his chase down the narrow streets. It was a horrible mess. With all the slaves running amuck and the narrow spaces to move throw the centaur couldn’t use his sword without fear of hurting someone innocent. All he had to rely on while searching for Tzeitel was his own fists and a dagger.
Still his expression softened just a bit as a familiar object stood out to him. It had been her parasol. “Smart.” His chest tightened though. How long ago had it been since she dropped this? As more smoke stung his eyes the centaur rammed the parasol against another taur as he fought his way through the chaos. Eyes burning, whether from the smoke or possible tears, Raiden nearly missed the ribbon until he stumbled on the ground. Another clue…how much more?
He would never forgive himself if she was hurt. It was all his fault for rushing like he did…why hadn’t he held onto her tighter? Even better…why hadn’t he just kept her in a safe spot far away from this mess? Dammit! This was no time for remorse! He still had to go save her. Save her and then ask for her forgiveness. His fists clenched. How scared must she be? Enraged now the centaur’s hooves pounded loudly down the stone path and spotting shadows moving ahead he yelled loudly into the smoke. “Tzeitel!” Please, hear me! “Tzeitel answer me!”
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 7:42 pm
Khali was slipping the key into her manacles before Aaron had the b*****d down. It was harder than she thought, with shaking hands and legs getting in the way, but her resolve never wavered. The way he barreled into the auctioneer...it was amazing. Even as he started to step back she wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she knew she couldn't. Not here; not now.
She settled for reaching into the pack, and pulling out her sword. The familiar weight in her palm felt as if a whole had been filled inside of her soul, and when it slid into the scabbard now attached at her side the world seemed brighter. Khalidah was about to thank Aaron when she saw him sway, and reached around to wrap her arm around his waist. "I'll kill them for what they did to you..." She murmured, reaching another hand up to grab his chin in her hand. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground, with their own men." She smiled, a devilish look that was accompanied by a hurried kiss on his lips. She'd almost chickened out of it, but she needed to know that she could. After so long of not knowing if he was alright...if he was still alive...just seeing him, beaten or no, was like seeing the sun after a storm.
Straightening her spine, Khalidah turned on her hoof and walked to the edge of the Auction block. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and took another, much larger breath before screaming at the top of her lunges, "SLAVES!" When she had a large enough following, Khali's face turned stern. "Rise up and fight for your freedom! We're going to wage war for your lives, but we cannot do it alone! How many lashings did you receive? Your mate? Your children? How many of you have lost your homes, your limbs, your families?!" Khali raised her sword from it's scabbard and held it high. "JOIN US, AND BURN FOGSDEN TO THE GROUND."
The slaves rose up with her. Overseers could no longer contain the masses, and when she tossed a set of keys to the nearest slave group, allowing them to be set free, the revolution had truly begun.
She spun on her heel and reached for Aaron's hand. "Come on! We have to get Raiden and Tzeitel out of here before they really do burn the place!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:12 pm
Plucking off both of the earrings, hoping that two would be seen easier than just one, Tzeitel dropped the golden jewelry next. Right when her heart sank at the realization that she didn’t really have anything else obvious to drop, she heard her name called. Was that..? Head snapping around, she perked her ears to listen. ..It was Raiden! He was alive! He’d come for her! But, he sounded so far away... “Raiden!” she screamed, twisting as hard as she could. “Raiden! Over he-!” A strong hand clamped over her mouth, her free arm lifting to tug at the rough fingers in vain.
“Too late, doll,” he crooned, grinning back at the smoke that blocked Raiden’s view of them. “My carriage is just up ahead, and-” Their movement stopped completely when he finally took notice of the things missing from his new property’s possession. Her hair had been tied up before, and she’d had some earrings; and just a few feet back, something shone on the ground. The earrings! Losing a pretty little parasol was one thing. Earrings didn’t just drop of together like that! “You little-!” He snarled his insults and slapped her already red cheek hard again. “I was going to try to make your stay in your new home pleasant. You’re gonna find out what happens when my.. servants don’t listen.” He growled, looking back at the smoke again. “..Let’s give your lover boy an interesting trail to follow, shall we?” He pinned her tighter against his side, and used his other hand to tear at her sleeve. It ripped it at the shoulder seam, his sharp nails catching a bit of her skin for effect, and he tossed the fabric on the ground off to the side as they resumed their forward direction, figuring that their pursuer would turn to go with along the misdirection of the sleeve.
She gasped as the wolf dug his fingers into her ribs even harder, and at the feeling of the nice shirt being torn, not even noticing the marks now wetting her arm. Still, her mouth was free now. “Raiden!” she hollered again, her eyes welling up against the smoke and the fear before the big hand slapped painfully over her lips again, her eyes landing on the covered wagon of someone obviously quite wealthy, which they were headed straight for. That must be the one he had spoken of. Raiden... Help me...
Aaron felt the arm wrap around him, stiffening for a split second before realizing... Khali! His brow knit as she spoke, his own good eye looking over what had been done to her. The sliced ear, the whips and marks... Meeting her gaze as his chin was held, his own smile began to rise and he touched her cheek. Fiery as ever...
If his legs weren’t wobbling before, they surely were after the press to his lips! She’d... She’d...!! He nearly fell over when Khali let go and marched off, just barely keeping his legs under him as she rallied the slaves. He suddenly felt a little drunk, and gave his head a hard shake. Now wasn’t the time to act like a love-sick puppy!
‘You’re not good enough for her anyway, boy. Just some bum who can’t protect the sheep from the wolves, or even finish his chores for the evening.’
Aaron spun around in search of his father, and stopped when he realized his own foolishness. Stress. Just too much stress. The experiences here were digging up all the old memories that he thought he’d put behind him. He hated that it had sounded like the old man was right there... His mind was yanked back to the present when Khali grabbed his hand, and he raced alongside her. “Tzeitel? She can’t be here. She wasn’t with Raiden when he got me out. Did you see where Raiden went?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 8:22 pm
“Tzeitel! Raiden swore as he rushed ahead. He had heard her! “Don’t let me lose her, please.” Ramming his sword hilt into another taur who was fighting to block his way the centaur swerved as he found yet another token. This time it was an earring which he gripped tightly in his hand. He had just heard her so she had to be just up ahead!
It was the sleeve that messed him up.
Bending down at the sight of familiar fabric Raiden clutched it in his hand and looked in the direction it had pointed. Shouldn’t she be heading straight? Confusion marred his features before he noticed the blood which stained the material. Unless she had been in a real hurry to rip off her own shirt…Raiden cursed and threw the piece to the ground before turning back the way he had been heading. As he pushed his way forward just the thought of the danger that his companion must be in made the centaur’s heart clench tightly. What had he done?
There! He heard it faintly, but the sound registered in his mind. “Tzeitel!” Crying out Raiden made it through the masses just in time to see the wagon starting to move. “Tzeitel!” Realization made his gaze widen in desperation as he fought to move even faster. “Tzeiteeeel!” Yelling one last time the centaur lunged forward only to be caught by a slaver who pulled him to the ground in a tumble. Swearing Raiden punched at the buck and stabbing him through the gut rolled the body off of him in a blind fury before realizing that the carriage was already gone. No. No! Slamming attacker after attacker into the ground the centaur lost himself in a blind fury before finally slumping down against a wall with burning eyes.
Tzeitel. I will find you. I swear. Darkness clouded his vision as the blood from the blow to his head finally forced him to pass out.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 8:43 pm
Khalidah's nerves gave her a high that was unrivaled by anything. She didn't feel the pain her wounds made as she gave into jerky movement, nor was she aware of how her arms shook. There was a war raging in the streets, and all she wanted to do was be in the thick of it. When a slave beat his opponent bloody she felt like it was her own knuckles splitting open. Burn the city, make them bleed. So long as the innocents were left untouched, she was supportive, and in this city she doubted many were innocent enough to warrant an escape.
"She has to be, Raiden wouldn't have left her, would he?" Khali avoided a free flying fist, and ran as fast as she could while holding onto Aaron's hand. "I saw him go this way, but I didn't catch much after..." Well, everything.
Every time she looked at Aaron, though, her stomach twisted. She hadn't missed the way he'd turned on the block, as if he was looking for someone...He'd been off since they were captured, but she hadn't had the chance to ask him what was bothering him, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't do it now.
When they rounded a corner Khali barely had time to lift her blade before another crossed towards her head. She blocked the blow, parried, and cross thrusted with so much force her opponent stumbled back. "Do you see Raiden, Tzeitel, anyone who doesn't want to kill us?!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 9:22 pm
Stuffed into the wagon, Tzeitel was near hyperventilating. What was happening? Why did this guy grab her? Where was she being taken? She looked at the others stuck next to her; a lovely foxtauress, and a fair-faced wolftaur. They looked as hopeless as she felt.
When she heard Raiden calling for her, she strained against the bindings that kept her from rising to see out the rear. "Raiden!" He sounded so desperate.. "RAIDEN!!!" Finally, when she couldn't hear is voice anymore, and when the sounds of the town began to fade, she felt the tears in her eyes spill over. She'd lost them.... Khali. Aaron. Raiden... Gone.
Aaron broke the nose of someone making a grab for Khali and shook his head. "He couldn't bring her here! Even that town would be safer than doing something that stupid!" Tzeitel wouldn't survive a place like this, surely.
"I'm pretty sure everyone here wants to- s**t!" He only barely caught the pale skin of Raiden laying on the ground among the slavers trying to yank him in different directions for their collections. He pulled Khali along, and let go of her hand only to grab a slaver's haunches and rip the guy off of Raiden's limp frame. He bullied his way in to scoop the unconscious male under one arm. No Tzeitel in this mess. "Come on, Khali!" he called, throwing Raiden over his back before reaching to reclaim Khali's hand and get them the heck out of the middle of this war before anyone else got misplaced.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 10:04 pm
Bright sunlight came in through the tree branches tinting everything a lovely green. The peaceful sounds of the forest, however, were interrupted by the splashing sound of Raiden emerging from the deeper waters of the creek. Water droplets sprayed from his body and as the centaur emerged from the waters silver scars lined his torso – some of the scars more recent than most. Those were the deep ones he had received just three days ago in the madness that had nearly destroyed Fogsden. Still there was no happiness in the male’s gaze, only darkness and regret.
He had lost Tzeitel.
Still he hadn’t given up. Since waking up and nearly punching Aaron in a haze from still thinking he was fighting the slavers the centaur had been relieved to see his sister and their other companion. But then the shock of Tzeitel not being there had hit. She hadn’t escaped the chaos with them. He himself had been thankfully found by Aaron and Khali. Khali and Aaron…he wondered how they had been healing. He had been too busy haunting the town to check in. At the thought he clasped his sword into place on his side. Each time he noted their wounds and the thought of Tzeitel he was glad to have found the remaining slavers that he did day by day. Not only did it feel good to see their blood splash on the ground it was getting him closer to Tzeitel. That damned wagon still haunted his memories as even in his dreams he found himself reaching out for it, but the road was an endless stretch and no matter how fast he ran he couldn’t catch it. Everytime.
Raiden raked a hand through his hair. But that was not going to be his reality any longer! Somewhere in this town Tzeitel was there and already he had the path narrowed down to one last street. Today was the day that he was going to find her and inflict some serious damage to the b*****d who had stolen her from him. With one last guilty look towards the forest Raiden slung his cloak over his shoulders and continued back on the road to town. This was his task and his alone. He lost her and now was responsible for saving her. No matter what.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 10:20 pm
Khalidah had slept for a full day straight.
She hadn't been aware of just how exhausted she truly was until the full extent of the day had slammed into her. Tzeitel was gone, Raiden was raging with self-blame and Aaron...she still didn't know how to approach him. As soon as a warm meal filled her stomach, and her gashes had been stitched, wrapped, and set, she'd fallen into sleep. At times it had felt like she would wake, but something would drag her back.
Weren't they close to where they thought Tzeitel was? Or as it where Aaron and Raiden thought she was? Khali couldn't remember. When she woke she stretched her legs as much as she could, careful not to pull the haphazard stitches on her back. Every last inch of her felt sore and dirty, but she needed to get up. She had to help find Tzeitel, she had to be there for her brother, she had to find out what had upset Aaron so much...
Khali yawned and ran a hand over her face before scrambling into an upright position, using a tree trunk as a temporary crutch. She yawned once more, leaning on it with her face pressed against the bark, her eyes slipping closed once again...
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 11:05 pm
Despite how exhausted he was, Aaron could hardly get more than a half hour of sleep at a time. Once they'd gotten away from the town, and Raiden had revealed that Tzeitel had been taken, only the fact that every bone in his body hurt kept him from knocking the other male into next week. As it was, he ranted and stormed and howled for about twenty minutes before running out of steam. He couldn't fool himself. He knew why Tzeitel had been there, and it wasn't Raiden's fault. Tzeitel would have wanted to help... He could see the emotions on Raiden's face...
When he tried to sleep, he was tormented by ghosts. Ghost of chains around his neck and legs. Ghosts of the punishing slavers. Ghosts of straps cinched tightly around his shoulders and waist. Ghosts of an older couple shouting, demeaning. Ghosts of Khali, being whipped and beat just out of his reach...
He had been helping Raiden search for the trail to Tzeitel, getting his own satisfaction with showing those slavers their place in the world; which was nowhere. He'd managed to fall asleep for a bit after a trip on his own, only to have himself jerked awake by the crack of an imaginary hand against his cheek. Son-of-a-......
Rubbing his face, he pushed up from his spot and headed back to camp, only to find Khali half-asleep against the tree. Sighing, he walked over and gently took her arms, intending to guide her back to the soft ground. Raiden must have gone off for more clues by himself again... "A bit more rest, Khali."
In the town's main tavern, a large wolftaur was sitting at one of the side tables near the bar, surrounded by other males. They were all laughing, and him loudest of all. "Gods, guys. You should see them. They all have the softest skin and these pretty faces. Couldn't believe how lucky I got!" He grinned wide, and leaned forward. "Especially this one gal. I got her for free. You all left too early, I tell you. Missed the big show. She was with some pompous moron who didn't know what he had. He left her alone, and who was I to not take advantage of such an offer? She would have been worth a good chunk of coin had she been on the auction block." He laughed loudly. "She's a bit of a fighter, but it's nothing I can't handle. She'll learn her place soon enough. She's why I couldn't get out here until now to tell you! Keeps muttering about that idiot husband of hers. I say, he doesn't deserve to have a toy he can't keep track of." He nudged his elbow into the male laughing next to him with a grin. "Maybe I'll let you guys come have a look when I'm done breaking her in~ Thinking she's about ready. The other two have already learned, so come by any time for them."
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 11:27 pm
Raiden leaned against the wall in the shadows of the tavern. It had taken him a while, but the sound of a rowdy conversation had caught the centaur’s attention. He had learned years earlier that these places were the best places to find traces left behind by such scumbags. Often enough he had to track down some of his sister’s earlier adventure starts in places like this where he had to ‘dissuade’ them from helping her. A dark smirk flickered across his features. That was one good thing about his past arguments with Khali’s choice in lifestyle.
Would he want to go back and change things?
Raiden thought of all the taurs they had helped and the two friends Khali and he had made through the journey together. Once more his chest tightened at the thought of Tzeitel. How had he let her go so easily? He really was a fool. His gaze darkened as he thought of her beautiful face frozen in fear as they were separated by the slavers…ears twitching he listened as his own memories of her blended in with the conversation. His fist tightened around his sword as he used his free hand to wave off one of the serving wenches who had tried to approach him yet again.
So that large wolftaur was the b*****d, eh? Raiden literally wanted to walk up and rip the face right off of the smiling idiot. Bragging about such things! Guilt tightened his gut, but a faint feeling of relief came as well. Tzeitel was fighting still. Thankful for that good piece of news the centaur had to contain his own growing rage as the wolf kept talking. His hand flexed and the handle of the glass mug he had crumpled into pieces. As the girl wiped it up Raiden made certain that his cloak’s hood was up and still hiding his face. While he waited though he managed to contain the waves of rage by imaging all the pieces he would have fun chopping off of the wolf and which ones he would chop off first to shove into the wolftaur’s own mouth if not other areas. Once the b*****d left the tavern then Raiden would really have fun tracking him and finding exactly where the wolf slept at night. It would be his turn to really learn what the word break meant.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 6:23 pm
Khali sighed and moved along with Aaron, an exhausted yawn breaking through. "Hmm?" At first it didn't register to her that he was trying to get her to go back to sleep, but when it did she held her ground. "No, no, I'm fine. I've rested long enough." If she slept any longer she would start to grow mushrooms.
She rubbed his hands with the pads of her thumbs and looked at his face. It was still bruised, but not as bad as it had been. Physically, they were healing, but mentally..."Aaron...can we talk...about back there?" Khali broached the subject as tactfully as she could, but tact had never been her strong point. "The way you acted in the wagon...almost getting yourself maimed trying to fight back...freezing on the auction block...what happened?"
Tzeitel had to be found. She would stop at nothing to get her friend back, now that she was up and about. Right now she felt as guilty and helpless as she ever had. What had the two been up to while she was taking a nap? They were just as worn and beaten as she was, but she'd slept through it all...Tzeitel might have been found by now if it wasn't for her.
"And don't say nothing happened."
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 7:42 pm
”Doesn’t seem that way,” he said with a frown as Khali continued to yawn. Still, he was of no mind to push the issue. Khali could do as she wished. Seeing her checking out his bruises, he quickly turned his head away. There was only a little bit of swelling around the one eye left. He was grateful that he could still see out of it. “You’re probably starving. I collected some-” he started to speak over her, but her tone caught his attention. He looked back curiously, until she elaborated. He’d been that obvious then...
“We can talk about it, but I don’t want to,” he muttered, turning back to the little fire pit. He’d found a berry patch nearby, and had combined it with a little bit of meat the grateful village had been able to provide them. “If you’re hungry, the stew can be reheated. Doesn’t taste the greatest, but it’s better than nothing.” He had every intention of avoiding the topic she was trying to bring up. Right. She didn’t want to listen to him whine about a crappy childhood and ghosts in his head. They had enough on their minds as it was...
Quite a bit later, the wolf finally attempted to stand, laughing as he wobbled on his legs. One of the tavern wenches teased him about being drunk before supper, and he simply laughed, smacking her haunches playfully. “Who cares? Don’t got time to eat. Got myself a new toy to finish working with~” He chuckled and waved to his fellows, clearly not as level-headed as usual due to the ale. Otherwise, he might have noticed the strange figure lurking nearby. “So long, boys. Unless you gonna come with me, I’ll see ya later.” Two men did follow him out though, another wolf and one cervitaur. All three waddled out of the tavern, being obnoxiously loud with their discussions on what they planned for their playthings at the house, the wolf digging around in his pack for his keys.
Tzeitel stared out the window, chin resting on her crossed arms, eyes puffy and red. She wanted to know if her friends were okay... If she at least could know that, then maybe her captivity would be a little more bearable. Maybe she did some small part in helping Raiden reach them by playing her part? ....Maybe. He could have done just as well without her. He always did fine without her... They all did... Blinking away another set of tears, she shook her head roughly. No. That was the wolf talking. He said such awful things to discourage her...
She looked back into the room she was stuck in. It wasn’t a bad room. It was actually furnished quite nicely. Except for the fact that she had trashed it her first night here, fixed it back up the next morning, trashed it again, and fixed it back up to livable again. Her cheek was still swollen and had split from how many times it had been hit, though the bruising was covered by copious amounts of make-up. She felt like she was wearing a mask. Even her shirt, despite the heat inside the home, was a full sleeve, full length thing to cover the bruises, made even worse by the corset that was cinched so tight, she was sure it would break a rib.
When she looked out the window again, she gasped at the sight of the wolf walking drunkenly with two other males. She back-peddled from the window, stopping only when the chain around her leg pulled taught. One of her wrists was wrapped firmly from straining it after tugging on that chain for hours... 'Trip! Pass out! Get in a fight! Fall onto a spike! Do something! Please don't come back in here...'
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