************* Mora *************<br/><br/><br/>She tried to avoid eye-contact with the hunter, the feel of his commanding stare almost forcing her to say her own name. She wouldn't tell him, she didn't want him to know and crawled as close as she could to Tellara's face stroking her cheeks with her tusks ever so gently. With a trembling smile on her lips, as if she tried to be as strong as she could for her dear friend she slipped out her tongue and licked the tears from Tellara's cheeks, kissing her softly on her lips as it brought her to her mouth. As her lips touched Tellara's mouth she moaned softly, feeling a bit more at ease knowing they at least would be together in this, at least have the comfort of each other arms before they would try and escape.<br/><br/>"I.. I'm so..so sorry... I failed.. I should have.. stayed up.. Protected you..."<br/><br/>And with those words, tears would well up in her eyes and dribble down her cheeks. She desperately tried to fight them, tried to keep strong in front of her loving Tellara's eyes, but she couldn't. She had failed to protect her, and she would fail to save her as well. Her once bright orange fiery eyes dimmed of the pain, and she closed them before Tellara, as the tears finally rolled of her cheeks and hung silently onto her tusks. Upon opening them again, she looked up at the hunters stare with a hazy gaze, and was only able to make out the caring but stern smile he gave them both.<br/><br/><i>"My name es Zul'mora, but the elf calls me Mora..."</i><br/><br/>Her words were kind, but some anger from before welled up withing her heart again as she raised herself slightly from the ground with her elbows.<br/><br/><i> "Why Do ya even care? We be nothing but animals for ya! Pets without a will, jus' there ta be tamed. Name us how ya want, like everah sick huntah wald!"</i><br/><br/>And with the screaming of her last words, that would have probably confused her dear love, she spat right onto the spoon. The symbol she just declared evil in her eyes. The feralness of her body shifted slightly, eventhough the shackles withheld her from turning into a full animal, it showed a soft growing of fur as she raised her hairs of the rage that surged trough her body. She was calm and restrained, but couldn't cope with the idea of failing, the idea of being stripped of the little identity she still had.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>************** Lydia *****************<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"Fizzlespork... Get-out-of-my-bar.... Now... I'm warning ya for the last time, I told ya no and I will tell that over an' over again.. I'm not going ta leave this place, and I don't care about how much gold ya want to give me, ya cheap fucking little green spot on my counter! Get out, or ya will---" </span><br/><br/>Her words were cut off by the goblin jumping with great agility on the chair and grabbing her by her hair to pull her close to his face. He didn't even responded to the words that had come from jack, as his friends stood glaring angrily to see if the lone cowboy was any threat to their boss. Apparently they thought nobody but the stupid human had the guts to stand up against the ruling goblins of town, so they smirked stupidly of the remark the cowboy had made. And they cheered with a drunken approval of the treatment Lydia was about to get, as she looked frightened as ever. Her long brown hair wrapped around the green fists of the surprisingly strong goblin, almost dragging her completely over the counter as she hung with her waist on top of it. Her breasts dangling over the rim and her feet barely able to touch the ground anymore.<br/><br/>With widened eyes of fear she reached with her hand towards her gun that stuck on her hip, but Fizzlespork had seen her intention long before she was able to actually get the gun out of it's sheath, and he cut the leather-band around her waist with one single slice of his dagger. It slipped of the bar with a clinging sound as the gun reached the ground quickly, a loud bang to be hurt when it went off shooting itself into one of her cabinets. The dripping sound of liquor being poured on the floor was audible, and giving away that it had ruined some of the bottles that were stacked up underneath the bar she was still squirming on from the pain of her hair being pulled so violently.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">"There.. There miss Sexton. We aren't having any naughty thoughts do we? I think I ought to learn you a little lesson about how goblins treat their filthy, no-good, non-obeying women... And do believe me when I say, I've been looking forward to giving you this lesson for a long time already..." </span><br/><br/>With those words he caressed her cheek with the tip of his sharp dagger, drawing blood out of her pure white skin as the sharp edge cutted her cheek with minor lacerations. She looked utterly frightened and almost in a pleading way towards the cowboy, defeated by these vile green little things that had invaded her own home, her own bar.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
"P-please.. go away.. B-before.. before they hurt you.."</span>Even in this horrible state, she was protective about her own customers, and she did not want the elf to get hurt at all, in her own mess she had created. Because that was what she thought, this was all her fault, because she was to stubborn to give away her pub to the filthy hands of those goblins. She'd rather die, which was exactly what was waiting ahead for her, looking at the situation she was in now..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>