<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>The sea elf displayed an impressive challenge as he stood to his full height, showing his aggression through the swishing of his large tail.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Why don't you come closer and find out?" </span>he replied, sounding oddly as if he had two perfectly harmonizing voices, though at the moment they were ragged. Paislee knew Orca was in too much pain to keep standing and simply waited quietly for him to buckle--though she had the decency to not comment on his sudden weakness.<br/><br/>He swayed, as she had expected, then fell to his knees. Paislee took a small step forward, only stopping when Orca looked back up at her.<span style="color: #0080FF">"What will you do now slave owner?"</span>he asked with clear disgust,<span style="color: #0080FF"> "A fighter is no good when pushed to hard. Looks like your purchase back fired on you..." </span><br/><br/>At that, Paislee couldn't help but give a tired smile,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I can understand why you think that--but I did not buy you to fight." </span>The woman reached in a small pack she had with her and pulled out a flask of some sort, looking around briefly to make sure no others were around. She had real water, a coveted commodity in the area. She opened it and offered it to Orca,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I bought you because you looked thirsty." </span>It was lame reasoning, but it was obvious Paislee was genuine when she said she didn't wish for Orca to fight.<br/><br/>Paislee was hesitant to explain why she had really bought Orca, mostly because she knew she wasn't allowed to free him. If she did, they'd both be killed--and it would defeat the entire purpose. She wanted to help him, not make matters worse. So all she could offer was a vague explanation to him, at least out in the open as they were.<br/><br/>Her face turned serious,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Orca...I know you are unhappy with your position in life. I am unhappy with it, too. However, I still need to bring you to my...our...home. Your wounds need to be treated and you look in need of a meal. Are you willing to come peacefully?"</span>She wanted to help the humanoid in front of her desperately. However, she couldn't risk him hurting citizens as they made their way home. She didn't want to have to reprimand him or use his correction collar--something she hoped she could safely remove from him once they were in the confines of her home.<br/><br/>The sun was beginning to lower in the sky, though its sweltering heat did not diminish in the slightest. Orca's shadow seemed to cast over Paislee, and he remained taller even on his knees. Still, Paislee's fear seemed to be bottled and her courage was more visible. It was a strange sight to see a woman like her standing so close to such a dangerous slave, her scarred arm holding out an offering of water.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Let me tend to you, Orca."</span>