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Dec 21, 2010 8:18:15 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 21, 2010 8:18:15 GMT -5
Ashemir followed Seriah through the mysterious basement door and down the steps. A dungeon might be a more apt word to describe the warlord's basement, he thought to himself as he studied the dimly lit room. To the far side was the werewolf they had captured, and judging by the growl, she wasn't happy to be kept. Well, that was too bad for her, wasn't it? The blonde found that he was making his steps very light to preserve the silence in the room. After all, the silence wasn't going to last.
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Dec 23, 2010 2:22:47 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 23, 2010 2:22:47 GMT -5
Seriah descended into the basement ahead of Ashemir, stepping to the side of the stairs when he reached the bottom step. Most of the light came from the open door, though there were lit candles in the submerged room. The warlord smiled toward Yeszlin, "Did you sleep well?" To bad aspirin hadn't been invented yet, she had to have a nasty headache.
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Dec 23, 2010 7:47:10 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 23, 2010 7:47:10 GMT -5
Yeszlin growled again and lifted her gaze. Her eyes sparked with hatred and anger. "Fuck you, leech," she snapped, though when she did her head flared in pain and she saw stars. But she didn't let them know that. The only sign they would probably notice is the fact that her eyes dulled slightly. She glared at the two vampires with so much hatred, it was amazing they weren't falling over with daggers in their chests. "Let me go," she continued, getting to her feet with a slight struggle. She kept close to the wall incase her balance failed.
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Dec 23, 2010 15:53:15 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 23, 2010 15:53:15 GMT -5
"Or what? You'll nag us to death? Do you honestly think we'll let you go?" Ashemir asked, taking a few steps forward while mindful of the middle of the room. The werewolf seemed weak, but he didn't want to take a chance and be wrong. Then he looked to Seriah. Surely the warlord had to have some torture toys, but otherwise his fists would certainly be capable of doing the job.
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Dec 26, 2010 22:26:38 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 26, 2010 22:26:38 GMT -5
Seriah chuckled at Ashemir's reply, before responding to the wolf, "That's not a very nice way to speak to your host." He crossed his arms over his white tunic, giving Yeszlin a smile that should have seemed reasonable, but somehow didn't. "Perhaps if you're very very obedient, we can work something out. Let's start with this: What is your name?" He was fairly certain she was the ambassador, so her name didn't mean much, but it was a good place to start. Besides, he wanted a name to address his guest with.
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Dec 27, 2010 4:37:34 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 27, 2010 4:37:34 GMT -5
She didn't see anything wrong with giving a name. But then, Yeszlin knew everything could be used against her. And she was scared and nervous and angry. She glared at the two vampires, shifting slightly and causing the silver chains hanging from her wrists to clink, softly. Slowly, she lifted her arms and crossed them beneath her breasts, loosely, trying to make it seem as if she were defiant and unafraid of them. The blonde had a bit of an attitude. If she got out of this, he'd definitely be the first to be torn to bits. And the other one... He was dangerous and tricky. She'd have to be very careful if she got a chance to go at him. Finally, she decided that her name would be no problem (but she really didn't believe that going along with his requests would get her freed because he was keeping her in what looked like a dungeon or torture chamber). "Yeszlin," she said, quietly, keeping her voice from shaking. "And that's all you'll get from me."
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Dec 27, 2010 5:21:42 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 27, 2010 5:21:42 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Ashemir asked Yeszlin, studying her as she crossed her arms. So that was how she was going to be, was it? Well, to his knowledge, it wasn't as if anything she had to say made much of a difference, so it didn't matter to Ashemir. He glanced at Seriah, wondering if this friendly chat was going to last for much longer.
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Dec 28, 2010 23:24:25 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 28, 2010 23:24:25 GMT -5
Seriah nodded, "Well it's lovely to meet you Yeszlin." He chuckled again, pointing out, "Cliche bravado won't get you anywhere. It's a rather hopeless approach to the situation, don't you think?" He smiled dangerously, before his gaze shifted to Ashemir, gesturing back to their captive, "Guests first." After all, the point was to let Ashemir take out his frustration. He wondered vaguely if Yeszlin could have any useful information to give up, but if she did, it'd probably come out in the process.
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Dec 28, 2010 23:57:27 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 28, 2010 23:57:27 GMT -5
Alright so she was beginning to get her bearings back and now she didn't feel so worn. Yeszlin watched the vampires and then locked her eyes on Ashemir, as if daring him to come near her. She didn't move toward the pair, though she did have a good distance of chain. She lowered her eyes to it, but decided it wasn't enough to get her close enough to attack. So she raised her blue-green eyes back to the two and allowed her glare to take on new venom. She didn't think she had any information they'd need, besides things about her pack. She hadn't gotten the chance to talk to the human leaders before she'd been assaulted and kidnapped... "Stay away from me," she growled, lowering her head slightly.
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Dec 29, 2010 2:17:34 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 29, 2010 2:17:34 GMT -5
Ashemir glanced to Seriah, "Thank you." Although now the woman seemed to claim her second wind. Well, it was good that Seriah was there, then, even though it would be crushing to be bested by a weakened werewolf. The blonde vampire advanced on her with dark intent in his eyes, keeping his steps light and prepared the get out of the way if she tried anything aggressive, "It's far too late for that, dear."
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Dec 29, 2010 22:32:35 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 29, 2010 22:32:35 GMT -5
Seriah leaned against the wall, carefully placing himself next to the mechanism that controlled the length of her chain. He had no intention of letting Yeszlin get any sort of upper hand, though if she had a concussion from the blow to the head in the forest, odds were good she wouldn't come close. "Play nice, now." Seriah said lightly, watching.
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Dec 29, 2010 22:37:38 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 29, 2010 22:37:38 GMT -5
Yeszlin growled again. She couldn't see any way to avoid getting harmed in this entire situation. Damn fucking vampires. She looked rather panicked by the idea of having Ashemir any closer, moving toward the nearest corner. The chains attached to the shackles on her wrists clinked like chimes, unnerving her even more. She looked down at them and tugged once more, slender fingers slipping as she pulled. Giving up almost immediately, she raised her blue-green eyes narrowed in frustration. Finally, she crouched, staring at Ashemir threateningly. Her posture showed it all: she'd attack if he came any closer.
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Dec 29, 2010 22:44:07 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 29, 2010 22:44:07 GMT -5
"Oh we will," he said to Seriah, approaching Yeszlin until she backed up into a corner and might have bristled if she could. The vampire paused for a few moments, staring back at the werewolf with a look that might have said he was now fearless to whatever pathetic attempt of an attack she could manage to dish out. He took another step forward.
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Dec 29, 2010 22:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 29, 2010 22:49:22 GMT -5
Seriah continued to watch, his mind plying over how he would approach Valmar next, though he didn't let his mind wander far from the violence about to break out in front of him.
(short for the sake of posting faster, and letting the action start~)
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Dec 29, 2010 22:53:47 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 29, 2010 22:53:47 GMT -5
That step. That was the last straw. Fight or flight. Unable to flee, Yeszlin chose to react to the urge to attack. The growl in her throat erupted as she bared her teeth. Facing her as a wolf probably would have made her much more fierce looking. Her blonde locks fell over her shoulders in wavy, golden cascades and her eyes narrowed even more. Her fingers curled, preparing to use her nails as weapons. And with an animalistic snarl, she lunged forward, looking as wild as the wolf she truly was.
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