<strong>Mousen</strong><br/>(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Mouse_zpsbde3qkm8.jpg)<br/>tagging: Katyin, Sarea, Volpen<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Katyin angles her head up from the lock as Mousen opens the iron lock... stubborn, but not sophisticated, the lock gives to his careful pressure.  Her throat swells in a swallow just below her stretched chin, tanned skin darkened with rust from the iron hoop, and she closes her eyes as if in submission... the gesture seems alien on her features.<br/><br/>At the sound of the lock's click, she relaxes with a soft sigh, meets his gaze with a faint smile of appreciation as, between the two of them, they manage to quiet the jangling of the loose chain from its loops from the neck restraints down through simple manacles.  "I am indebted to you now," she says softly, meeting his eyes.  "Whatever lesson waits for you, I will be there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mousen stood silently for a few moments, entranced by Katyin.  She was beautiful in the same way that a cheetah or jaguar was beautiful.  There was mystery and wildness in her, yet, there also was a softness.  Mousen looked away after a moment and squeaked, "You may call me 'Mouse,' if you would prefer.<br/><br/>tag - Katyin<br/><br/>Mousen took the keys from Volpen and with gratitude said, "This will make my task easier and faster."  He politely excused himself from Katyin and moved silently and quickly over to Sarea to free her from her bondage.  "There you go, m'lady.  I do believe it is time we leave."<br/><br/>tag - Sarea<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her eyes widen, then as she takes in the scene just beyond them-- seeing Sarea and Volpen being freed as well.  She speaks in a hushed whisper.  "Gods have humor, this is our chance..."  She hears Volpen's offer, and answers softly-- "Nae, I'm ready enough."  She takes the doubled chain that was binding her moments before, and wraps its length around one hardened, sinewy forearm.  <br/><br/>She closes the lock back into place as she bundles the chain at one end, creating a makeshift flail that, with its iron weight, could easily crack a man's skull or cave in a fist-sized pit of armor.  "See to the others," she hisses, flexing her hand, shifting her weight from one foot to the next and rolling her stiff neck to limber her joints.  "I'm ready to fight them." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Looking back at Katyin, Mouse squeaked, "Let them all out?  Are you certain?"  He looked at the thrashing Akilu, visibly shaking as Mouse did so.<br/><br/>tag -Katyin, Akilu, whomever