Morigan just looked at him silently. It was suddenly clear that she was young, barely an adult; that she was well and truly afraid of him and his kind. Her eyes stared straight ahead; she could not even muster the will to flush when his wet groin was in her sight. She merely looked at him as he talked to her, his smile widening in a most fearful look.<br/><br/>Finally she stood, pants discarded, and walked to where her horse stood waiting. The dumb beast was confused; and rightly so. He was away from home, from his cozy stable, and warm hay. Silently Morigan mounted him, wincing as she did. Then, without waiting, her robes tied loosely around her, she rode off.<br/><br/>The Princess knew where she was going well enough, but had not been far from her protected palacial life in a very long time. She ignored the Kes'nal man, eyes on the dusty path. In her head, she knew it was a bad idea to ride in public, wearing only a silken robe... at the least it was long enough to cover her legs.<br/><br/>The girl seemed intent on making tracks; even when the sun began to dip, she continued to ride, ignoring her poor horses soft wickers of exhaustion. Her thighs, her womanhood, her everything ached fiercely, and riding with her bare skin against the saddle was... uncomfortable, to say the least. After what seemed like moments, but in reality was hours, the sun had disappeared over the horizon, dipping her world into shadows. Silently, she wrapped a scarf around her head to keep her ears warm. Then she ducked her gaze, eyes no longer visible in the gloom.<br/><br/>Finally she dismounted, letting the Kes'nal lead her to a safe place to camp. Silently, she withdrew a blanket and curled up beneath it, shivering ever so slightly. Her hands clenched the blanket tightly as she slowly fell in to a fitful slumber... Even in sleep, Morigan was pinched and unhappy looking; any who had spent a period of time with her knew that this was normal, and not just the result of her days... experience. She twitched slightly in her sleep, her dreams disturbed by the gentle sound of footsteps...<br/><br/>Footsteps that jarred her awake when suddenly there was light. Looking around in confusion, she gasped in shock when rough, human hands seized her. She blinked rapidly, eyes adjusting to the light.<i>How had they gotten so close? How had they not been heard?</i>she thought dimly, wheezing when fingers caught her nostrils and yanked her head back. She squeaked in pain when something sharp pressed to the delicate skin of her neck, drawing a thin line of blood. "Step off, or I slit the bitches throat." the man holding her rasped.<br/><br/>Morigan blinked again, eyes reflecting the torchlight in an almost cat-like way for just a brief moment, before she squinted. It might almost have been a trick of the light... almost. Another voice called out from the darkness, and it brought shivers to her.<i>Magic,</i>she thought disdainfully, squirming slightly before freezing.<i>That was how they had done it. Damn them</i>!<br/><br/>She did not THINK the mongrel would attack with them holding her so tightly... surely even a beast was not that stupid.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>