Post by Imorta Thaw on Dec 18, 2006 12:21:02 GMT -8
Part one: The cause.
What did he do to you? Usually I didn't walk through the domain of Kapris, I consider what he does to humans quite a waste. But today was an exception, fortunately.
One of the rebels. Once again his raspy speech disgusted me. Not that I wasn't already disgusted. Kapris' tools where used to drag out information, but they in the process also managed to drag out quite a lot of blood. A waste.
Hmm, I found his answer difficult to believe. There are far easier ways to make a rebel talk than wasting your time with a whip.
Won't tell where his friends are hiding. It was more than that, but I didn't press. I was far more interested in the hopeless human hanging in front of me.
Silently I walked around so that I could see his face. Dirty locks would have been golden if they were better cared for. His face was well shaped, but gaunt, tired, and scared. He was young still; barely three decades. A small scar graced his cheek. His indigo eyes flew open as he felt my fingers trace it. The disgust on his face revealed that he did in fact recognize me. I wondered what he saw.
Did he see a beast; totally evil, or did a young woman stand before him? Was his vision clouded by stories of an evil tyrant that mercilessly ruled the lands, or did he let himself see long dark hair, amber eyes, full lips? And since when did I care? No, father was right, this war was getting to my mind.
Your name. My voice was curt. Had my father seen me talking to a prisoner, worse, a rebel, he would have been furious. But he could not see me do anything any more. He never would, not since that night. No. I stifled the thought. No. That was in the past, an they had paid. Dearly.
Why do you care, bitch? For a menu? His body arched and a scream of pain escaped his lips. However revolting Kapris was he would let no one get away with insulting his queen. Ever. A signal from me stilled his hand. Elegantly, my eyebrow raised. I moved closer to him. Our bodies touched. My mouth searched for the prisoner's ear, and even before it found it he recoiled as far as his bonds allowed.
I whispered, Why not? My tongue emerged from my mouth searching for a vein. A hand reached up to caress his hair. I could take him now, satisfy my hunger, but no. I need information, food can wait. Still warming his body with mine I purred, Tell me, where are they? He was silent. Tell me, and I'll spare your family. Yet again no sound escaped his lips. Stay silent and they will suffer I let him imagine the consequences of his actions.
Your promises are less trustworthy than that of the moon. He was trying to stay brave, but the fear and hope in his voice was unmistakable. All I needed to do now was to convince him that his family was worth the risk of me lying. Easy.
You can count on me to be true to my threats, and if you tell they have a far better chance of survival. The hand in the prisoner's hair was still patiently drawing small circle on his skin, slowly relaxing him. My other hand eased the pain in his back, cooling his burning scars and stopping the rush of blood. I felt him take a shaky breath and knew that I had won. He would tell. Kapris also realized this and was ready with a map almost at the same moment. He released the left hand of the rebel, still wary of tricks, but held the map open so that he could show us the camp of our enemies.
There. It was a pitiful, defeated whisper. Almost enough to make me let him go. But almost isn't good enough.
I smiled. House our guest. I was, of course, mocking the foolish rebel. Then quieter, so only Kapris could hear, I want him alive, and human. The last part was added as an after thought; a much needed after thought. Kapris had a very good imagination and far too much time on his hands.
Yes, my lady. I expected nothing less than obedience and left to inform my generals of a fast approaching victory. I did not know then how wrong I was. But even if I had, that would have changed little. I am not one to back down. Ever.
And so, planing out every detail of the attack, I made my way toward the meeting room using passages known only to the rulers of this ancient castle. They were made long ago for our protection, as well as dramatic effect. Now I utilized their second ability and almost magically appeared at the top of the long discussion table commanding silence with my mere presence. And I got it, but only for a moment as chairs were pushed back and my generals rose. Every single one of them bowed their head and whispered a greeting to their lady; me.
Sit, and receive my good news. They obeyed and patiently waited for me to speak once more, Your armies will stay idle no more, the camp has been found. I took out the map and revealed the hiding place of the rebels. Almost immediately they started arguing about the best approach and such nonsense. After sometime of trying to follow their argument I decided it was futile and departed to my rooms. Knowing that my army would be waiting to depart in the morning.
I was never any good at speeches and usually left that to my generals. That morning was no exception. My general made the speech and I stood watching the soldiers. Half of my army stood before me, the other half was to stay and guard me and the castle from attack. The veterans stood before me, wile the newer recruiters were still in the castle, I wanted no mistakes.
Sometimes what I want doesn't happen.
The messenger with the news of my army's defeat never reached the castle, not that he could have gotten in. By that time the rebels plan was well under way and my castle almost over run. It took them six full days to enter the main gates, and from there - only six hours to have everyone in the castle either dead or captured. Me included.
I had been on my way to one of the secret exits, but unfortunatly, I was intersepted, hit on the head with something that wasn't exactly soft, and draged out in the cortiard to be unseremoniously stuffed into a silver cage.
To be continued.
What did he do to you? Usually I didn't walk through the domain of Kapris, I consider what he does to humans quite a waste. But today was an exception, fortunately.
One of the rebels. Once again his raspy speech disgusted me. Not that I wasn't already disgusted. Kapris' tools where used to drag out information, but they in the process also managed to drag out quite a lot of blood. A waste.
Hmm, I found his answer difficult to believe. There are far easier ways to make a rebel talk than wasting your time with a whip.
Won't tell where his friends are hiding. It was more than that, but I didn't press. I was far more interested in the hopeless human hanging in front of me.
Silently I walked around so that I could see his face. Dirty locks would have been golden if they were better cared for. His face was well shaped, but gaunt, tired, and scared. He was young still; barely three decades. A small scar graced his cheek. His indigo eyes flew open as he felt my fingers trace it. The disgust on his face revealed that he did in fact recognize me. I wondered what he saw.
Did he see a beast; totally evil, or did a young woman stand before him? Was his vision clouded by stories of an evil tyrant that mercilessly ruled the lands, or did he let himself see long dark hair, amber eyes, full lips? And since when did I care? No, father was right, this war was getting to my mind.
Your name. My voice was curt. Had my father seen me talking to a prisoner, worse, a rebel, he would have been furious. But he could not see me do anything any more. He never would, not since that night. No. I stifled the thought. No. That was in the past, an they had paid. Dearly.
Why do you care, bitch? For a menu? His body arched and a scream of pain escaped his lips. However revolting Kapris was he would let no one get away with insulting his queen. Ever. A signal from me stilled his hand. Elegantly, my eyebrow raised. I moved closer to him. Our bodies touched. My mouth searched for the prisoner's ear, and even before it found it he recoiled as far as his bonds allowed.
I whispered, Why not? My tongue emerged from my mouth searching for a vein. A hand reached up to caress his hair. I could take him now, satisfy my hunger, but no. I need information, food can wait. Still warming his body with mine I purred, Tell me, where are they? He was silent. Tell me, and I'll spare your family. Yet again no sound escaped his lips. Stay silent and they will suffer I let him imagine the consequences of his actions.
Your promises are less trustworthy than that of the moon. He was trying to stay brave, but the fear and hope in his voice was unmistakable. All I needed to do now was to convince him that his family was worth the risk of me lying. Easy.
You can count on me to be true to my threats, and if you tell they have a far better chance of survival. The hand in the prisoner's hair was still patiently drawing small circle on his skin, slowly relaxing him. My other hand eased the pain in his back, cooling his burning scars and stopping the rush of blood. I felt him take a shaky breath and knew that I had won. He would tell. Kapris also realized this and was ready with a map almost at the same moment. He released the left hand of the rebel, still wary of tricks, but held the map open so that he could show us the camp of our enemies.
There. It was a pitiful, defeated whisper. Almost enough to make me let him go. But almost isn't good enough.
I smiled. House our guest. I was, of course, mocking the foolish rebel. Then quieter, so only Kapris could hear, I want him alive, and human. The last part was added as an after thought; a much needed after thought. Kapris had a very good imagination and far too much time on his hands.
Yes, my lady. I expected nothing less than obedience and left to inform my generals of a fast approaching victory. I did not know then how wrong I was. But even if I had, that would have changed little. I am not one to back down. Ever.
And so, planing out every detail of the attack, I made my way toward the meeting room using passages known only to the rulers of this ancient castle. They were made long ago for our protection, as well as dramatic effect. Now I utilized their second ability and almost magically appeared at the top of the long discussion table commanding silence with my mere presence. And I got it, but only for a moment as chairs were pushed back and my generals rose. Every single one of them bowed their head and whispered a greeting to their lady; me.
Sit, and receive my good news. They obeyed and patiently waited for me to speak once more, Your armies will stay idle no more, the camp has been found. I took out the map and revealed the hiding place of the rebels. Almost immediately they started arguing about the best approach and such nonsense. After sometime of trying to follow their argument I decided it was futile and departed to my rooms. Knowing that my army would be waiting to depart in the morning.
I was never any good at speeches and usually left that to my generals. That morning was no exception. My general made the speech and I stood watching the soldiers. Half of my army stood before me, the other half was to stay and guard me and the castle from attack. The veterans stood before me, wile the newer recruiters were still in the castle, I wanted no mistakes.
Sometimes what I want doesn't happen.
The messenger with the news of my army's defeat never reached the castle, not that he could have gotten in. By that time the rebels plan was well under way and my castle almost over run. It took them six full days to enter the main gates, and from there - only six hours to have everyone in the castle either dead or captured. Me included.
I had been on my way to one of the secret exits, but unfortunatly, I was intersepted, hit on the head with something that wasn't exactly soft, and draged out in the cortiard to be unseremoniously stuffed into a silver cage.
To be continued.
