Tellara panted frantically, worried breaths catching in her throat. As a feral druid of the wilds, being bound and stuffed in a cave was not on her agenda as a graceful, elegent creature, a very symbol of freedom unto nature. Sadly, when she looked back into Mora's eyes, she would peer at them through dim violet orbs veiled in tears, her silent weeping poorly stifled as it rung in the cave. Yet through her tears, Tellara looked upon Mora with a silent rage that pierced the walls with an unholy malice. Mora was more important than Tellara's own life, and her failure to defend her left her with the rage of Ragnaross burning through her. The enchantments on her shackles flared up as her mana raged through her body. A low growl emmanated from Tellara, as she tried to push her magic through, her smothered essence gasping for breath through the strangling runes of warding.<br/><br/>It seemed hopeful at first. Her mana worked as normal, being pushed into shape, building, rising... But as the hunter walked in it just kept rising, reaching burning intensity as she tried to force herself through her bonds, her rage reaching a new intensity. Though suddenly it all seemed to crash and burn, as Tellara cried out in pain, a green arc of lightning flickering into life as nature's wrath struck her in the chest,  with overwhelming force. All she saw before falling into a nightmare riddled unconsciousness was the green light twinkling in Mora's sparkling orange eyes as she fell flat on her face, absent from the waking world yet again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>