<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maf4hx4HYr1r2cc34o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lady Sylvanas Runner "The Banshee Queen"<br/><strong>Location</strong>: In her shared cage.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Revan, Cookie (Mentioned),  Gayle (Mentioned), Shepard (Mentioned), Jack (Mentioned)<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Frustrated!<br/><hr/><br/>Sylvanas had not slept, she had not ate, and she hadn't smiled for the duration of three days of transportation. So many questions plagued her undead soul, but she stayed relativity quiet. The fools may have taken away her weapons, but they had not taken away the determination to escape. The Queen would have been damned for eternal hell if she allowed these primitive humans to destroy her. The thought made her glowing red eyes ignite even further, as she paced along the outer corner of her cage. Fuming angry about how disrespectful they were to her. Did they not know that she was a Queen? A leader of an undead army that could consume all of these soldiers alive in moments. Then the tough realization began to set in... she was not nearly as powerful of a woman as she was in Azeroth. Sylvanas wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't contact the Val'kyrs or because the magic in these lands were different, but she was only a fraction of how powerful she was before the Legion infested her land with science and new sorts of magic.<br/><br/>"You fate will be poor and unfortunate, once I get out of here young man," Sylvanas' voice echoed within the daytime, with her gloved hands reaching up toward the bars. Her hands curling around them as she felt a sense of heat growing inside of her palms, smoke and the smell of burning flesh sudden began to fume from her mouth, but Sylvana's plush lips lowered to a disgusted snarl as she continued to taught the solider pacing outside of her cage, "I will kill you first, just to allow you to live in your decaying body with the thirst for flesh, blood, brains. Then I will control your...<em>umph</em>," Sylvanas cut herself off as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes rolling back as the pain began to surge through her undead body. The cage was no doubt enchanted with holy magics, to prevent Sylvanas from casting her spells or screaming for her escape. The woman was so weakened by holy magic that her dark purple hued skin was burning inside of the metal of her gloves, but she was stating her dominance and it was worth the pain. The bindings of the shackles making it nearly impossible for her to maneuver her arms in the correct way she wanted.<br/><br/>"... Then you will find your friends, family, or anyone that you love. Hopefully a nice little virgin maiden for your rotting teeth to sink into, and then you will feel what I have felt for...<em>Auggahhh!</em>" she suddenly exclaimed and separated her hands from the bars. The metal of her gloves were molten red, burning her dark skin from the inside, but it slowly cooled as she took a step away from the sides of the bars. Looking weak and disgusted within herself. She had spent so many days studying these soldiers, looking for any sign of weakness, but this land was too primitive compared to her own.<br/><br/>The dark purple skinned woman let out another groan of disgust as she paced to the other side of her cage. Noting the man in a mask who had been almost silent the entire time, sharing a cell with her. While Sylvanas had stayed dealthy silent this entire time, with the exception of her frustrated outburst right now, she was finally in the mood to see if the man was sleeping or if he was praying to the Gods like the monks of her land. "You..." she said, kicking her boot up into the side of his thigh. Her dark purple cape, with frayed edges, waving in the wind and hovering above her shoulders. Showing off her long purple boots that wrapped around her slender calves before hugging her toned thighs. The darker purple freckles contrasted with her dark hued skin on her bare thighs, before the purple metals of her armored bikini bottoms hid her womanhood. Still, it didn't care to hide the gentle curve of her ass spilling out of the edges of her panties.<br/><br/>She wore heavy shoulders with spiked armor fraying her enchanted cape even further. A similar looking bikini top hugged the dark purple cleavage spilling out from her chest, but even if she did dress rather sensual, the narrowed look of her eye probably detracted from her sex appeal. The way her pouting dark lips moved only indicated that she was angry, and if he couldn't hear her while she spoke -- he would have been easily able to feel the aura of hate around her. "Wake up! By the way these soldiers are acting, we're nearing our destination and I am desperate for escape," she said, not hiding her statement from the guards. Of course she wasn't going to roll over on her back and get royally fucked to death by these primitive idiots.<br/><br/>The woman waited for him to finally pay attention to her before she lowered her back, leaning down to speak to him directly as she said, "These people disgust me. They've gagged a poor fellow, enchanted this cage with my weakness -- so I can't even rest my back against the bars, and..." she looked up to a few cages a head of her. "They're even attempting to advance themselves on a young woman. I want to kill them and I need your help," her eyes glimmered with another surge of heat while her perfumed scent of Tiger Lily's left her body and ignited anyone's nostrils nearby. Seeming that when she was working herself up, the gentle smell of flowers escaped from her pores... like an enchantment. "And if you don't help me, I'll have fun controlling your weak body once you die," she added as a final bitch-like statement. Standing up and then crossing her arms under her heavy bust, "For I am Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen, and I will continue to be a thorn in the side of my enemies... don't make yourself one of them."<br/><br/>Sylvanas looked around, and saw that more people were talking. One of them was a familiar looking military man that looked like he had all the plans, and another was the gagged individual she had mentioned prior. The metals on the man with robotic arms indicated that he was a person of power, and she suddenly became flustered knowing that he was nothing to help them escape. No one was.... and then she came to the harsh reality that she too, the great Sylvanas Windrunner, could do nothing to escape at this moment alone. But together, like the Horde once did, they may be able to do something.<br/><br/>"And why does it smell like fish everywhere!" she growled again, in one last final cry of frustration. Raising her arms in the air so that the chains rattled against the wooden floorboards and jiggling her breasts,  as she continued to pace silently in front of Revan.