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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Mar 31, 2011 18:47:25 GMT -5
Yeszlin watched the slow progress of the bending metal. Unlike Analisia, she wasn't worried about injuries; after being tortured by that damn blond leech, a cut wrist was nothing. She grasped the bowed cuff in her other hand and attempted to slip her wrist free. It took a bit of work since she was shaking, but with a little wriggling, she managed to get that hand free. Finally, thinks were looking up. She lifted her bright eyes to look at Ana, blinking as a faint smile upturned her lips. "Let's do the other one," she said, sounding rather enthusiastic despite the situation's danger. "Quickly, get me out of here."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Mar 31, 2011 18:54:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, let's do that." Analisia said with a small smile, moving over towards the other wrist, readying her dagger and the sword. She looked over to Yeszlin and smirked. "Here we go." She said then positioned the weapons in the cuff and started her work again, straining herself to loosen this one. She was able to loosen this one up much more, nearly snapping the cuff in half. She helped Yeszlin with this one, pulling it off of her softly.
"And now your free." She said brightly, offering her arm to Yeszlin to help her up. Moving towards the door.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Mar 31, 2011 19:03:28 GMT -5
Yeszlin stood with Analisia's help and looked at her freed wrists. She couldn't remember the last time she'd actually felt good, like she had the power to get up and fight for herself. She looked around the little dungeon that had been her 'home' for she didn't know how long and then spat on the floor with a growl. "Let me gather up my clothes and dress... It's probably better than walking out in nothing but a shirt..." She had no idea how she'd look. Probably feral and dirty, but being stuck in one place without any way of cleaning or keeping oneself occupied probably did that to a person. She walked to the places she'd thrown her clothes and boots (which had been out of her reach while confined by the chains) and dressed herself, slowly. It was almost as if she'd forgotten how to get dressed. But she managed alone and, then, climbed the stairs into true freedom. She didn't even bother to wait for Analisia, stepping outside as fast as she could and looking around the garden of the house she'd been in. Wouldn't it be nice to destroy every one of these damn bushes to spite that bastard vampire? She stood in front of the door and stared at the flowers in silence.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Mar 31, 2011 19:10:55 GMT -5
Analisia smiled as she rushed to dress and get out the door. She followed Yeszlin, stopping behind her. "I brought a set of clothes, they will be a bit big for you, since they are mine, but I know that when you are dirty, it is nice to have a good set of clean clothes. If you want them?" She walked over to stand beside the woman, looking over her for a moment, she was definitely attractive, but Analisia wouldn't try anything with her. Not after all she had been through.
"What are you looking at?" She asked quietly, still watching Yeszlin. She took off her pack and handed it over to Yeszlin. "There is also a dagger in there, I think that traveling without a weapon is nearly as bad as traveling naked. Come on, we should get you home soon, Harrier is the one who sent me. And it sounded like he wanted you home pretty bad... though I dont know if that was simply my understanding of it, or actually his reaction... I havent been around the pack since before my banishment, so I dont really know how to read him anymore."
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Mar 31, 2011 19:26:27 GMT -5
Yeszlin didn't look at the pack or take it when Analisia offered it to her. No, instead, she shifted in plain view and started for the roses. Anger had started flaring and it was clear in her eyes she meant to destroy whatever she could of this place. She started with a close rosebush, standing in front of it before tearing at its roots and digging it up as much as she could. She moved to another, tearing out the roots of every bush she could before she decided it was enough. It was then she returned her eyes to the house, shifting back into her human form and striding toward the door with purpose. She re-entered, taking in the already tattered appearance of the house. The first thing she saw was the piano. Hadn't that vampire said he had a piano? She tilted her head before searching around for something. She entered what seemed like a bedroom, noticing a pack. It smelled like that blonde fucker that had hurt her... With a growl, she ripped it to pieces, scattering it's contents around the room. Afterwards, she returned to the room with the piano and searched for paper and ink. When she did, she scribbled a little note and walked to the piano, setting it where one would place the music. Feeling refreshed, she exitted to wait for Analisia outside. The note, if Ana read it, read: "Owner of this piano, I spared this because you were the slightest bit kind to me. Capture me again and it won't be so lucky... And thank you for talking to me."
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Mar 31, 2011 19:33:22 GMT -5
Analisia watched as she tore up the rosebushes, then ran inside to follow her into the house. Analisia didnt say anything, just watched. She put the pack back on her back and followed Yeszlin around the rooms, looking for clues as to whom else lived here. She knew that Ashemir had been here, but whom else... Then she saw the pack. Analisia snarled as Yeszlin tore it to pieces, and the smell of Ashemir flooded in her nose. All the thoughts of betrayal fresh in her mind. She turned out of the room, leaving Yeszlin to do as she pleased. Then followed her outside. "I need to ask you something Yeszlin, I need you to identify who hurt you. Who touched you and left these bruises... Please, if you would prefer to not talk about this with me, make sure you remember enough to tell Harrier, but I need to know..."
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Mar 31, 2011 19:44:50 GMT -5
Yeszlin started walking before she talked. She wanted away from this hell-hole she'd destroyed inside and out. A few minutes away and she described the two she'd seen. "The one that hurt me, both times, was that tall, blonde bastard," she growled, darkly. "That leech looked like a damn woman and cheated in a fight like one too. Not only did he hit me on the head with a fucking rock and then attacked me while I was chained in silver! If I EVER see him again, I'll tear his head off and burn his body." She paused, her walk slowing as she shook with rage. "The other was more calm, leader-like," she continued after some silence. "He had shorter hair and was always dressed nice. He came down and talked to me... Like he actually cared that I was there. He called me his guest, even though he was unwilling to free me..." She blinked slowly, thinking about the vampire she didn't know the name of who had showed her some kindness, if only a little.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Mar 31, 2011 19:52:00 GMT -5
Analisia followed Yeszlin, nodding as she listened. Her heart sinking. It had been Ashemir that had hurt him. She shut her eyes, and bit her lip, then looked over at Yeszlin.
"I realize that he hurt you, this blonde one. But I know him... I considered him a friend... But after this, after you, my packmate... He is my enemy, and I will never forget that again."She thought back to her first conversation with Ashemir, and Zephyr, her first real conversation with any vampire. Then shook her head again. "Come one Yeszlin, let's get you home, I am sure that the pack will be more than grateful to see you again. To welcome you home."
Home... she thought about that word for a moment, and what it meant to her. She didn't feel that connection anywhere anymore, not even with the pack. Though she figured she would have to get over it. "We can both go home then, Harrier is going to lift my banishment... and then I can tell him about Ashemir, and how to track him. And if this other vampire is with him, we can track him as well. You will get your revenge, and so will I." She snarled at the end of her sentance, growling in the back of her throat. She would do anything she could for Yeszlin, feeling like it was her fault for trusting Ashemir, for not tearing him apart the moment that she had met him in that tavern.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Mar 31, 2011 19:56:19 GMT -5
Yeszlin nodded and allowed Ana to take the lead. It was time to go home, and stay there.
End! TIME TO MOVE!!!!
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