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The days always seemed longer when someone was being punished. It wasn't rare for the screams of pain to sound the area, to dig into one's mind and remind them that...there would be punishment for those that didn't listen. It ticked Analee off to say the least. She understood, but...who would stand in that place if Karas wasn't there to take the blame next time? Would those that should have been punished see their error and take it? Or find someone else to take the blame. The moment she saw him attached to those chains, she felt something inside her squeeze. An anger, that's what it had to have been. Eyes blue as the brightest day stared out at him periodically through the day. She was kept unnaturally busy today. Once she witnessed the punishment, she was pushed off, training after training. Blade in hand, dirt and blood on her skin. She was...a mess by the time there was any sort of relief for her. <br/>
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Dinner was meager, bread that was stiff and a heaping bowl of a stew that had been cooked hours ago, left to cool and forgotten before served. They were fed properly, it just wasn't the ideal state your food should be eaten in. She had proved herself though, one to fight when she was told, sent out to do a job. She came back each time, she didn't stray. She couldn't leave Karas, she wouldn't. But time was ticking and she felt it in her bones. She needed an escape. She once had pure white wings, over time they turned a grayish white, a dirty hue. Years and years later they seemed to keep that look of never being able to gleam. She remembered the first time her wings had been trimmed. Trimmed like some stock bird, to keep from flying away. From that point, she hide them, her ability allowing her to do so, if she couldn't fly, what was the point in reminding everyone she had them? Once she hit seventeen and proved herself, they stopped clipping them, allowing her to get to her 'job' quicker. Even then there was always a close eye on her. Patients was something that had grown in her, fine tuned. Though with Karas at times, it snapped like the weakest thread.<br/>
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A torch flickered, her feet silent on the ground, her long brown hair framed her face, layered around her shoulders down the length of her back. She still wore her fighting leathers, she almost looked like she didn't belong. A lost girl, trapped in the center of so many buildings, two large stone structures. She feared this chains, she reminded herself every night...every morning, she would never allow herself to be where Karas was now. As she approached she was sure he was awake, no one got sleep when they were put up like this. You still had to have your wits about you, not everyone was fair here. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Karas."</span> Analee whispered, she stood before him, her head tilting as she reached out, her calloused hand finding his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Your a fool." </span>She whispered leaning closer and drawing the warmth of her hand away from him. <br/>
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A heavy breath was sucked in and she felt her nose scrunch up as she couldn't help but flick one of his pointed ears. She moved from before him ducking under his outstretched arm and trailing a hand along his torso slowly, a ticking sensation of warmth blossomed from her touch onto him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"You know I can't do to much."</span> She whispered still, keeping her voice quiet. She moved like she wasn't even though, silent on the ground as her fingers ghosted over those fresh wounds of his. It hurt her to see him like this, but she wouldn't out rightly tell him, though she knew he knew. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"You'll have some nice scars to gloat about years from now...along with a few others once your done making it a point to take the whippings for those that deserve it."</span> She hissed quietly. Her jaw clenched. She truly didn't know why she put so much effort into caring like this. Anything could happen, one day she could wake up and he could be gone...she could be gone. She swallowed lowering her gaze to the back of his toned legs a moment before lifting her head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Least the bugs aren't too bad."</span> She grinned to herself, her hand slapping his ass before she turned to walk away, it would only be trouble if she was seen out talking to him. </span>