The shaft of the weapon was warm from her attention, a pretty reminder of how she'd struggled with both grip and friction to move it. He could feel her intent still in the durable material. How lovely that she'd turned so rigid when he took his first step. It was the kind of reflex he wanted to nurture in her. She offered another display of memorable bravado turned thwarted pride when she eventually was rendered sitting again, from having tried to stand defiant. If he was to guess about her future, that would happen a lot.<br/><br/>His blood inflated him further when she let him speak and he could see her story, as he'd seen it, soak into her mind with the flavor with which he chose to tell it. When her lids eclipsed her verdant lights he sighed with accomplishment, because he knew that was her expression of defeat. He swallowed with some restraint not to hold her down right there, and run her through with either his cock or the axe's edge, when she opened her eyes again and gave him exactly what he'd demanded.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Varga." he rewarded and threw the axe at Inhil's feet. They'd already found she couldn't very well pick it up to attack him. The last of the puttering flames were smothered, taken out like the hearts of her family, when he squatted down by her, to run his thumb over her cheek roughly, stealing the track of a tear and then sucking the salt off the nail and the knuckle, licking to determine the worth of her dismay by the aroma. There were very few golden straws left in his gaze, as he looked her over. A small nod, to tell her this will do,that she'd be good enough for whatever he intended. He then turned to look at the work of the others, how they'd bundled up the wolves and women so they'd be easier to transport.<br/><br/>"Turn around, Varga." he said while his attention was elsewhere. "And raise your ass for me, will you?" Spoken like he'd requested the smallest thing from her. The implication in the men, who cheered and paced impatiently around them, was rather clear on the subject. Take the wolf like the wolfs have each other. It might not be too assumptive for her to worry, given the whims of Raud so far, and the hard fact tenting his pants.<br/><br/>The seams of the fires were still alive, threatening to become blazing spectacles again, but they were like her, beautiful and fierce, used and then subdued by the violence of the Cindermen. Coals from trees trying to live but blanketed in enough dirt to suffocate any unsanctioned attempt at rising. When he turned to look at her again with his sooty face and the clean white of his eyes, those minuscule veins of fire reflected on the slick stains of blood on his cheek. It would seem he'd not stop until she obeyed, and it might not even be that difficult for him.