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Warmth and darkness enshrouded him. Silence comforted him. When the disturbance came, he felt distress. Sharp fingers tore the firm shell around him open. He felt as if a hand far larger then himself wrapped about his limp form and tore him from the inner webs that had helf him cushioned and safe. His eyes remained closed, though he was vaugely aware of fingers strokeing over his limbs. Loose webbing was pulled free and cast off. Thicker webbing wrapped around his limbs like a tight gauze. He flailed, weak limbed and frightened by the change in the peacefulness he had exsisted in prior. His lips parted and he made a pathetic mewling sound of protest. The hand that held him seemed unrelenting in it's harshness, and the other which wrapped him did not pause to calm him. His eyes fought to open, and a dark blur was all his new eyes could make out.

Something touched his mind. Sounds that seemed unclear and unfocused echoed between his ears. He fently the fingers tugging upon his hair, and then he found himself falling. He came to a sudden jarring stop, his knee's buckled and his knees struck a hard surface. He instinctively threw his hands before him, and he stopped himself from falling forwards and strikeing his face next on that hard surface. His eyes were rapidly clearing of the blurriness, and shapes began to take form with more clarity. A large object was before him, and he reached his hand out to it. With a touch, he could feel softness and warmth. He crawled on his knees towards that familar comfort, and with a bit of wiggling and pushing, he crawled himself beneath the covers of Haellaras bed. Unknowingly, he wiggled himself at the foot of her bed, and curled into the familar fetal position that he had spent so long curled in. The warmth and softness lulled his strangely tired form back into a state of sleep. Though this slumber differed from the deep bideing slumber he had been locked in for so long. Vivid images played as dreams through his mind. SOunds and shapes. Words and thoughts, all came drifting to the surface of his new mind while he rested.

Now, when Hael yelled that there was a drow in her bed. Nuumia did not think for a moment she may have meant him. Nuumia's head shot up and he was awake in an instant. The boy's head lifted as well, his black eyes wide with fear due to the sudden loud yelling. In the matter of just seconds, Nuumia was lungeing across the sheets of the bed and towards the intruder into Hael's bed. The boy himself half fell, half rolled from the foot of the bed and to the floor.

The boy hit the stone with a small 'bump' sound, then instinctively lunged forwards and into the darkness of the space under the bed. By the time Nuu reached the end of the bed, the quick boy had managed to push himself completely under. Not to be dissuaded, Nuumia rolled off the bed and followed him under.

"Get back here!" He snarled as his legs vanished under the bed.

Beneath the bed the boy wiggled towards the far side. However, Nuumia's hand managed to grasp hold of his ankle. In the next following minutes, various bumps and sounds of anger and pain came from beneath the bed. At one point it even shifted as Nuumia yelled a dark profanity. The two males struggled, the limited space making it quiet difficult for Nuu to get a good hold of the male and likewise the other could not manage to escape the grasping hands of Nuumia. At some point during the struggle the boy managed to sink his teeth into Nuumia's arm, thus prompting the angry pained roar from him. In turn, Nuumia managed to grab the boy by his black hair and slammed his head up against the bottom of the bed.

Nuu finally squirmed out from under the bed, one of his hands was firmly caught about the boy's ankle. Nuu sat on his knees, and hauled back as hard as he could, thus dragging the boy out from under the bed on his belly. The boy kicked back violently, catching Nuumia on the shoulder, but he ignored the brief pain as he once more grasped hold of the boy's hair. The boy cried out, sounding more like a wounded and terrified animal then a drow at that point, and Nuu jerked him up by his hair into a sitting position before him.

"I got him! Damn elf has a bite like a trap!" Nuumia complained as he wrapped one arm around the boy's upper arms and pinned them. "Do you have a rope or something? Or should I just snap his neck?" Nuu asked while glanceing up at Haellara.

WHile Haellara took her time peering at the boy, he continued to squirm in Nuumia's hold. Thus making it a bit of a challenge for Nuumia to keep hold of him firmly. Still, as long as he kept a arm around the boys throat, he had a strong enough of a hold to keep him from breaking free. While Nuu was far from happy at being denied the permission to kill the boy, he did understand why it was she did not want him dead yet. Somehow the boy had managed to get into her room and her bed after all.

Only Nuu had a moment of understanding though. The boy himself still squirmed with a highly distressed look upon his face as Nuumia dragged him to the chest Haellara had spoken of. With one hand firmly around his neck, Nuumia used his other hand to open the chest and pull out the rope. Tieing the boy proved to be quiet a challenge though. With his consistant struggling, Nuumia ended up stumbling to the floor.

"Damnation! Hold still you little rat!" He cursed at the child while looping a length of rope angerly about the boy's neck. Warningly he jerked the coil tight, and hold it as a noose Nuumia choked the child for a handful of seconds. He was mindful of Hael's desire that the boy remain conscious, so when the boy's struggles abated slightly, he loosened the coil, and took advantage of the light headed weakness that followed. Before the boy's fearful mind cleared of it's near suffocated haze, his hands were bound firmly behind his back, and then more firmly by beoing tied by a loop around his waist. Nuumia assumed to take no risk's still, and he busied himself with binding the boys legs from ankle to knee with the remainder of the rope. Once he was satisfactorily rendered helpless, Nuumia grabed the child by the front of his strange webbing cloths, and hauled him over to lay flat on the floor. It was only at this time that Nuumia paused to tug his shirt down and examin the rather deep bite mark upon his forearm. "He's a viscious thing with his teeth." He un-nessarily informer her while scowling down at the boy.

Despite being bound as he was, the boy did not cease his struggles to free himself of the rope. The attack by Nuumia had him desperatly attemping to find some means to loosen his bound form. All he could think at the moment was much like a scared animal. He desired to be free...so he could hide. His black eyes beaded with tears of frustration when the ropes would not loosen.

Nuumia lifted his gaze to look at Haellara when she spoke to him and issued her orders. There was a obvious sense of relculance to merely leave her alone with the child. Reguardless of the fact he was bound as securely as he was. Reguardless of the fact haellara was at clear advantage. If he had been a direhound, Nuumia was certain his hackles would have been raised. Goddess DAMN it all! He felt a angry growling sense of jealousy and hatred. Would he not be given even a night unchallenged!? First there was Kyil! Then there was Mikaril! And now this little b*****d had appeared to take away Haellaras attention from him! If this kept up...if this kept up he'd just go and poison every male in the entier damned House!

Reguardless of his brief period of furious insanity, Nuumia bowed his head and did not speak a word contrary to Haellara's commands. "Yes Matron." He obediantly spoke, then turned on a heel to stalk into the bathroom so as to tend to the bite would. As he walked, Nuu cast a poisonus glance over his shoulder and down to the bound up boy before vanishing beyond the doorway.


The fear the boy felt was almost overwhelming. His struggle with the other male, Nuumia his mind recalled his name most likely being. As that was the name the female had called out upon her waking which started the whole event. It had left him covered in a variety of bruises and more then one sore scrape upon knee and elbow. It had been instinctive of him to squirm into someplace small and dark. He had felt that it was the safest place. It had not occured to him that Nuumia would be slender enough as well to be able to come after him.

Now he laid, bound on the floor with a very angry female towering over him. As she spoke to him, the boy ceased his struggles and turned his black eyes up at her. He turned his bottom lip in and tucked it between his teeth for a moment. He had to answer her. But the words were slow to come to mind. How did he get into her room? That was the first question she asked of him. The boy parted his lips finally, and spoke with a soft and uneasy childs voice.

"I was put here." He answered her. "She took me....took me out of my spider egg and she said...she...she said..." The boy paused and furrowed his brows. What had she said? The words that had been spoken in his ear...his mind had been so newly awakened. So unusued to the concept of sounds having meanings. It was important for him to remember though! He was certain of it! "I can't remember. She put me here. It was cold and the bed looked warm. I wanted to hide so I crawled in. I was tired. Very very tired...I had been sleeping so long though. I don't know why I was so tired. I just...fell back asleep." The boy shook his head a little, and wrinkled his nose a small amount as he considered the other part to her question. "Markings? I...don't know of any markings. I only just woke up."

The boy's black eyes widened as Haellara's hand would shoot out and grasp his chin. Strands of white and gold hair flopped across his face, tickling his cheek in a distracting manner. His lips parted a little as the female would inform him that he had spider like markings under his eyes. Had his hands been unbound he would have lifted them to stroke his face.

Unbidden, or perhaps it was bidden as he was attempting to remember what he could so this female would not harm him. What he needed was to calm down. To clear the, Goddess forgive him the blashphemy, the cob webs from his head. Hearing the matron speak of his garbing though...The boy dropped his eyes down towards the spider webbing wrapped about him. A glint of gold almost was in view at his throat, but he could not see that close to himself. Particularly when the matron was holding his chin.

"Kill you?" The boy slowly repeated. No..that did not seem right. He recalled the feeling of the words whispered into his ear. "No. I"m not supposed to kill anyone. I remember...She wrapped me herself. After she took me out of the egg. She wrapped me up like this and spoke to me." The boy squinted his eyes slightly. What had she said? The echo of the words were important. A simple glance upwards caused his eyes to catch upon the hanging spider pendant at Haellara's . For a few seconds his black eyes were fixed on that image, and he felt...he felt as if something grew more clear.

"It's time. She said it was time again. I remember now." He spoke while gazeing with a curious expression on his face while stareing at the spider jewelry. "She said I was a good soul as far as males go. She said it was time to serve her again. She said she was sending me to my mother." The boy paused and with a blink of his dark eyes, he peered with that same curiousity at Haellara. "Are you my mother?"

Had he said something wrong? The matron seemed to be mulling rather intensely at the moment. The boy's eyes remained fixe on her features as he waited. He had learend from his brief attempt to struggle free that the ropes were bound very securely. He was not going to be able to slide them off no matter how he pulled and tugged. If anything all he was succeeding in accomplishing was to rub his wrists raw. He disliked that feeling.

Why did she keep looking at her pendant? He looked back himself, and after a moment of thought, he decided...it was magic. She was checking it for something obviously. As he was bound up he doubted that she suspected he was going to steal it after all. So yes. It definatly had to be magic. She had not really answered his question yet either. Had he been mistaken? Maybe he was supposed to look for the female he was meant for. Still...the boy could not help but focus on a stray golden strand of hair flopped over his face. It looked a terrible lot like the gold in the females hair didn't it?

Finally she spoke to him, and she seemed to accept what he had finally pieced together for himself. She asked him for his name, and after a moment of searching, he answered. "Adinas" The name seemed to...fit..in a way...Savage Wizard. He was not so certain he had any wizarding skills...or how savage he really was. His tussel under the bed he supposed was a hint of how...furious he could struggle at the very least.

Well...the Matron seemed pleased at the moment. Though the manner in which she seemed to look at him anew was worrisome. It was a welcome change from the aggressive and threatening look from before. Yet some part of him knew that even a change like this could be just as dangerouse. Adinas attempted to press his head back against the unmoving floor beneath him when haellara knelt down even more to peer intently at him. She chuckled as she studied him..and Adinas' features turned into something a bit more curious. What was so funny about him?

When Haellara reached out to stroke his two tone colored head, Adin tilted his head slightly, as if he meant to watch where her hand would descend. Instead he was able to watch as Haellara would pluck a few strands of his hair and begin to twine it around her fingers. Well..he supposed she liked his hair? Was it a good color then? Adinas lifted his eyes to peer boldly into Haellara's own after her words. He could do that. He could look her in the eye and promise that. "I will not attack you or the other male, and I shall not run away either." Adinas paused and pursed his lips following his words as he considered his.

"My memories are very blurred. Like a mist lays over them. But the more I think the more clear they become. Perhaps if I do eat something it will help my memories? or at the very least give me a few more moments to remember them properly?"

The moment his name was uttered, the bathroom door parted a crack and Nuu's black eye peeped out. He had finished binding his 'wound' easily and had taken up skulking behind the door. After all, Haellara had dismissed him in a way and told him to go into the bahroom. The young patron had assumed that this meant Haellara did not want him hovering..and glareing... and grinding his teeth as the little worm spoke. Nuu quickly slipped out of the bathroom at Haellara's direction and swiftly crossed to the door in order to obay, but he could not help but shoot a distrusting glance down at the boy. Adinas? He did not like the fact Haellara was untieing the boy. She was letting her guard down just because he was a child. With a story that was utterly..well..he supposed it was no more outrageouse then his own. But still, he could not help but feel a sense of aggression towards the child. Damn it! He was still not convinced he had just magically appeared in their room. He had to have slipped in somehow..but...how!? Surely his own guard wasn't down so much?

Nuu stood by the door and leaned out to pass along Haellaras request for food and wine, though he did not allow the servant to peek inside or get any sort of hint that something was off in the bedroom. The last thing he wanted was new rumors to smother before he completely understood what was going on himself. Nuu stood by the door while waiting for the servant to return with the food and glanced over his shoulder at the boy.


Adinas released a small sigh of relief as the Matron unbound him. After the rope magically recoiled itself, he sat himself up slowly and wiggled his long fingers. As he did so, he took a moment to examine them and the fact that even they were bound up in webbing. From toe to fingertip it seemed he had been wrapped up. How odd...It struck Adinas as odd again when he glanced up and found himself the object of rather intense study. Adinas blinked his black eyes up at Haellara. He sat there for a few moments and attempted to clear his mind enough to recall what he could. Adinas closed his eyes and he crossed his legs beneath him.

"I was alseep so long. I get the feeling a lot of time has passed since I died. I can't remember much of my life before...or what happened afterwards. I do not think I really forgot things though." Adinas opened his eyes and peered up at Haellara. "I mean, when your forgetting something, you kind of know it in your mind. You sense that something is lacking, right? I don't feel that. I just feel..well..I know some things. I think I know what I am supposed to know. This is a new life. I'm a new male...I can't live by my old life with old loyalties. That would just get in the way. I...I did not mean to interrupt you and your patron. I was not thinking when I woke up." His brows furrowed a little and he pressed his palms against his knees.