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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 6, 2011 23:40:41 GMT -5
Oh so now he was going to be accommodating toward her. Yeszlin eyed the bottle warily. So what had he done to it? Drugged it? Poisoned it? Her trust was non-existant when it came to the vampire that sat before her. Seriah was probably as trustworthy as a cobra, and probably as deadly to her at the moment as well. And even if she could trust him with a bottle of unlaced wine, what would that do to her if he decided not to bring water down and it was all she had? So many possibilities, but at the moment the thirst she'd built up over the past days of being unconscious and then being numb to everything was almost unbearable. And so she stepped forward and retrieved the bottle. She eyed it carefully for a few minutes, looking at Seriah every so often. When she decided it wasn't tampered with, she easily gripped the cork and popped it out. After the initial overflow that usually came with opening a bottle of wine, she sniffed at the liquid, carefully. Again, she decided it was safe enough and she took a rather large gulp of it. Then, just as carefully as she'd been with it before, she plugged the cap back in the top and sat it down on the floor, crouching there and watching Seriah, arms over her chest again. "At least I can thank you for not killing me yet," she stated, bluntly, lowering her gaze to the bottle of wine. "But your blonde friend has a few issues that need resolved, I think..."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 6, 2011 23:48:48 GMT -5
With considerable interest, he watched her hesitation over the wine, until she'd finally drank, and set it down. "In all honesty, your future is uncertain even to me. In terms of keeping you, killing you, or setting you free, I have no preconceived intentions." He wasn't sure how useful that information would be to her, or if she'd even believe it, but kidnapping her had been the point all along. He hoped the aftermath of this action had, and it seemed to, distracted the wolves and in turn the werecats. Whatever he got from, or did to Yeszlin was a bonus. He smiled, amused, but honestly happy for a brief moment, "He does. But he's interesting."
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 8:34:03 GMT -5
Yeszlin sat herself down and leaned against the wall directly in front of Seriah. She was curious and nervous about the vampire that sat in front of her. Though he had watched his friend beat the hell out of her, he hadn't touched her, other than to throw the silver chain around her neck in the beginning. And now he was talking in a somewhat kind manner and promising her food and water. She had no idea what to think. While he had kidnapped her, he had also not killed her like others of his kind would have immediately and he was being, even if it were a small bit, hospitable. "I'm thinking more insane," she ventured, hoping that a conversation that didn't involve plans or plots or anything of importance might come (because being locked alone without anything to do was beginning to drain her quite a bit). "What's his name? And yours?"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 14:05:16 GMT -5
"You might think so," He replied with a slight rise and fall of his shoulders. "But I've seen insane, and I don't think he's there." Of course, to the woman he'd been playing a game of choke with, the perspective was sure to be different. "I'm Seriah. You can just call him my 'blonde friend'." He was probably being over cautious with Ashemir and Draven's names, but since he didn't know where Yeszlin would be at the end of all this, he wasn't going to risk them. His own name was fairly unknown out of Issilt, besides among vampires. "Do you like music, Yeszlin?"
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 14:24:51 GMT -5
"Yes, I play." The answer was simple enough. Yeszlin had fashioned herself a little wooden flute back in the forest that she kept with her books. And she had taught herself to play. Not that her pack knew that. She kept it to herself. The might hear her music but they probably didn't connect it to her. At least, she didn't think they would. She sighed softly and looked down at her hands, which now rested in her lap. She picked at one of the shackles around her wrist with a finger, blinking her blue-green eyes as she did. She didn't feel she needed to say anymore about this. She missed playing her music and reading her books and doing what she did for her people. As much as she didn't like to leave the forest, she did enjoy her occupation, even if it gave her little free time. She closed her eyes as she thought, listening to the silence around her.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 14:29:25 GMT -5
"It's a shame you can't hear the music from the square down here. There are plenty of musicians in town, it's one of the reasons I love this place." Even if he ended up living in the castle, as he would if things went right, he would have to return to Issilt in his free time. "I play the lute, myself. What instrument do you play?"
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 14:34:54 GMT -5
Yeszlin lifted her bright eyes to look at Seriah. Why was he talking to her like this? It was almost as if he wanted to know her. As much as she didn't trust him, the act of talking was making her feel more than just a lonely, tortured captive. She liked talking, having someone that listened, even if the circumstances for it weren't the greatest. She watched him quietly until she decided she would speak. What was the point in hiding everything about herself when she would probably end up dead anyways? "I play the flute," she answered. "I made my own in the forest but it didn't make it here with me... It was in my pack..."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 14:48:08 GMT -5
His brows rose with interest, "You made your own? I'm impressed. I couldn't begin to carve my own lute.. and if I did it would sound shoddy anyway." Remembering the pack left on the ground, and the blood spattered around it, he added, "I'm sure your wolves found it. You'll see it again." He leaned forward, genuinely curious, "How did you manage to make it sound right? Did someone who knows the craft help you, or was it just trial and error?"
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 15:12:20 GMT -5
Yeszlin actually cracked a smile at Seriah when he showed genuine curiosity in her flute. "I carved it myself, by hand," she said, reaching up and brushing strands from her face. "I read enough books and got the general idea of how it worked. And then I carved it out of hard wood and tested it. I think it took four modifications to three of the holes to make all of the notes sound right. I've had it since." She watched him intently, wondering how a vampire could take such interest in a mortal creature's work. The flute was a modest thing, carved with designs that matched her tattoos. It had taken her, literally, two and a half years to finish it. But she was proud of the little instrument and now she missed it dearly.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 19:08:34 GMT -5
When his foot nudged a coat next to his seat, he bent down, picking the discarded item up. Holding the piece of cloth, he looked back to Yeszlin, asking curiously, "So, the disrobing is a werewolf thing I assume?" Nothing like cultural differences to make a person wonder. "Because usually taking off most of your clothes means something." There was a hint of taunting in his voice, though he was genuinely curious what had been running through her head.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 20:48:01 GMT -5
Yeszlin's lips pressed together in a thin line. She watched Seriah with a cool glare at his words. "I'm more comfortable as a wolf and with less clothing on," she said to him with a cold tone. "I feel closer to what I am the less covering my skin." At this, as if she felt self-conscious of her lack of clothing now, she lifted a hand and pulled up the shoulder of her shirt to cover her exposed flesh. Even with that, the dark ink below the fabric showed through, gray under the white. "And I needed something to throw when I was angry so I did," she added, quietly.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 21:01:09 GMT -5
"Reasonable enough." He replied, dropping the jacket back onto the ground where it had previously been. "If I were you, I'd have at least hung onto the shoes until I, or said blonde friend ventured below, then aimed for the head." He chuckled, genuinely amused by the idea of he or Ashemir getting bonked in the head by the captive wolf's shoe. Of course, Yeszlin might just have been altogether tired of blows to the head by now.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 21:41:02 GMT -5
"Knowing either of you, you'd just dodge it," Yeszlin retorted, quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap again. Like before, she picked at the shackles around her wrists, completely uncomfortable with them. Sitting cross-legged, she really could care less about escape, but the damn things were bugging her skin and it was beginning to hurt. With a sigh, she shrugged her shoulders and looked back up at Seriah, locking eyes with him. "If you don't mind," she started, "I would like to hear music if you're going to insist on keeping me here. Say it's a... Last request, if you will. Let me play or play for me, but don't leave it so silent down here. It bothers me."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 21:53:20 GMT -5
"If I were a more foolish man, I would give you a flute. And if you were a particularly crafty woman, you would use it to make a high piercing sound, and god knows who'd hear it, and how I'd have to keep them away." Besides, he didn't have a flute laying around the house. "I'm hardly a master of the lute, but I have no objections to a.. captive audience." He could understand her being fed up with the silence, but talking would fill it as much as music, and the silence would just return when he eventually left her down here. "It's to early for last requests anyway. But if you're sure that's what you want?"
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 22:03:20 GMT -5
"What else could I ask for?" Yeszlin threw back. "And you could give me another instrument... I have the time to learn." She shrugged her shoulders and looked rather defeated in that moment. She was going to be stuck in silence until she was killed (because she was certain the vampire before her would never let her go). She just wanted something to do other than contemplate her death and her stupidity in trusting people she didn't know. That was one of the first rules of Ambassador: avoid any questional persons. But when the blonde had fainted, that inner part of herself that worried there was something wrong and she couldn't help herself. Compassion... It'd gotten her killed. "Can I maybe have a book then?" she asked, lifting her blue-green gaze from her hands again. "I can't do anything with a book but read. And I don't harm literature. It's more important than life itself, in my opinion."
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