<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The Whistling</div><div class="spoiler_body">Song of the Whippoorwill (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXnnfg1CepE#) </div></div>By the time the Queen got to the poor,s cared Fae, she'd find him huddled up, knees pressed against his chest, hands wrapped around his knees, back against the back of the throne. His head was kept down low, resting on his knees, and he was lowly humming some sort of pleasant, bird-like whistling tune, reminiscent of whipper-wills.<br/><br/>Of course, that stopped the moment she deigned to pick him up, like some sort of object, and he looked at her as if she were some wolf, ready to rip him apart for a meal; a comparison that might not be altogether unfounded.<br/><br/>Every so often as they walk, a low little whimpering whine makes its way out of the Fae's throat, clearly knowing that some sort of horrific fate awaits him somewhere, and that he was not likely to ever find his way out of this infernal, labyrinthian place.<br/><br/>He finds himself invariably pinned against the wall, and their is the briefest of moments where one might think he was trying to escape; though his attempt is so weak and pitiable that one could just write it off as a reaction to being pinned down, and not a conscious effort on his part.<br/><br/>He grows quiet as she wishes, being hopeful that ceasing his whining would somehow lead him to be spared whatever it was she was planning to do with him. Such thoughts, however, are quickly proven wrong, when those fangs of hers make their way for his neck.<br/><br/>She will find, perhaps understandably, that his whole body stiffens and tenses up; but the moment those fangs puncture his skin, and begin to draw deeply of his magic-infused blood, he just goes slack, and only remains held up by virtue of the fact she was holding him. It was as if every muscle in his body went slack; and, even against his own will, she will find a new sound working its way out of him. A groan... perhaps of pleasure?<br/><br/>Still, hope remained. Maybe if he can just endure whatever she has planned for him, maybe if he makes her happy enough, she'll let him go free! Or at least give him chocolate, which would make this whole ordeal at least somewhat more tolerable.