((As tired as I am, I should not have wrote this up tonight...x3 But, alas, the night is long..))<br/><br/>To call Delia 'sour' might have been as much of an understatement as saying dancing in a nest of hornets 'stung'. The last couple of weeks of her life had honestly not been going exactly according to her grand plan. In fact, whatever her grand plan was when she got around to making it, she was pretty sure that being stuck in a little room on a dark, dingy boat, chained to the wall, would be tickling the bottom of the list. It wasn't even the dark that particularly bothered her - it was the unending lonliness that came with her predicament,  a predicament that gave her ample opportunity to roll over how things had happened in her mind. She'd been...in her own realm, a small but heavily populated section of the abyss that she lorded over. She'd been...well liked enough, lax in her rule, and of course there had been all manner of slaves to satiate her every desire, be it physical or otherwise. Her furnishing were lavish, her bed comfortable, her throne made of the finest silks, soft and supple and just perfectly crafted to fit her backside...<br/><br/>She remembered it, quite clearly...but it all became blurry after that. The major details were there, but she couldn't quite remember the smaller stuff. Names. Faces. Conversations. How in the hells she'd managed to end up summoned into a holy ritual. Oh, how incredibly weak she'd felt at that point, as if every ounce of strength had been sapped from her body. It was hard to even stand up, was hard to think...and, it had taken very, very little to subdue her and slap a pair of chains around her wrists and ankles. It wasn't to be said she didn't almost escape a few times - even as drained as she felt, she remembered all too well how to get into someone's mind, bend them to her will, or even use her natural charm and beauty to sway others to her way of thinking. So close she'd gotten, so very, very many times, to getting one of those guarding her to slip up, to give in to her charms, to bend to her will...<br/><br/>...Every time, though, lady luck played it's hand against her. The first time, an unexpected switching of the guards. The second, a random visit from a so called 'demon human' to determine her origin, only for him to find her nearly completely unchained, the guard that had been watching her well under her whims.<br/><br/>So many times...and so many times it had failed miserably.<br/><br/><br/>From there, the personal insults continued to mount. A prosecution who said she, SHE, was a lesser demon simply playing up to the aspirations of a succubus. The nerve, the THOUGHT. Oooh, how badly it frazzled her tail to think of that smug little man's face, the way his wolf-like tail flicked in a sort of smug self-satisfaction when he knew his verbal taunts and jeers were really starting to get to her. Hmph. Give her a single day alone with the foolish wolfman, and he'd find out first hand just how much of a demon she could really be.<br/><br/>From the trial, things had really gotten no better - traipsed off to a ship, locked away with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. She FELT the presence of the feline-man who'd summoned her in the adjoining room, but all attempts to shout out to him, to call to him, were met with nothing but muffled sounds in return. She couldn't hear him, every bit as much as he likely couldn't hear her. Really, she had no idea what to think about him. To hate him, for being so bold as to summon her. To admire him for being powerful enough to do it. Perhaps a mixture. She'd not quite decided on her feelings - and what vengeance to extract - quite yet, not that she'd not had plenty of time to think about it. What was his name...Xari? Xarius? Yes, that sounded right. Xarius.<br/><br/>Oh yes. She wanted to meet him again, if only to discuss exactly what had happened to her...and how he was going to fix it!<br/><br/>To make the trip all the more dreary was the food. It wasn't that she couldn't subside off of normal food, at least for a little while. It was how HUNGRY normal food made her. As much as she ate, it nourished her body...somewhat. Yet, it left this void inside of her, a gnawing hunger that was desperate to be filled, filled with the energy of life, the souls or spiritual energy of those whom bedded her, or experienced the soft, warm interior of her belly...<br/><br/>She might have been given food to eat, but she felt as though she was starving. In a way, she actually was - it might take another few weeks, but eventually she'd likely be too weak to crawl to her feet. Her magical powers would fade. It was slow and unpleasant, and not something she was particularly looking forward to. Besides, she'd hardly make a good 'slave' if she could barely walk.<br/><br/><br/>Ugh, the room was so lonely. Her only contact with others was when they threw her scraps of food and just enough water to wet her lips. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing this was how her life was going to end - carted off to some mine to toil until she could toil no more. Pheh. Hardly a fitting ending for someone of her stature!<br/><br/>It's during one of those darker thoughts that the voice, soft and whispy and just barely audible, tickles the edges of her hearing. Pointed ears quivering in curiousity, Delia's eyes lifted, her red eyes - glowing pools of crimson in the darkness of the room - flitting about for the origin of the voice. Take her freedom? No end here...?<br/><br/>"..W-what? Who are yo--oh!" The clatter of her manacles dropping to the floor made her heart leap into her throat. Freedom! Well, as close to freedom as she'd been during the past few weeks, anyway! The subsequent click of the lock upon her door made her shiver anxiously - she could get out! She could escape?! But...could she? With so many guards on board...how many where there, anyway? Where could she find help? Perhaps the other prisoners...? It was as good a place as any to start.<br/><br/>Creeping silently to the doorway, the voice that had granted her a chance for freedom at least momentarily forgotten in the excitement, Delia gentle pushes it open just enough to peek out into the hallway and make sure the coast is clear...<br/><br/>((I assume...stealth here, maybe??<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/382794">Sneakypeeks!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span>))