<strong> Sorcha ...still the cooler queen ...and making patterns.</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sorcha did not object to the touch, in fact she relished it, it was contact, and in her dreams he had been there with her, he had been her mate for a while. This was a woman that needed contact, she was as a pack animal, a herd animal….or rather she was not really an animal rather she understood them. To bind her and cage her was nothing but cruelty. Her other hand reached to those of Autolycus, being locked up in a stinking box was something she did not understand.<br/><br/>She looked at him for some time and finally took the cup then used some of the water to wash a little more of her self also she drank the remaining of it.<br/><br/>Her gaze turned back to the man than had not beaten her and had a strange scent,<em>Do I know you Grass Eyes? I will take you with me, as I take my children and my mate as well as my land.</em>This man had been there he surely had seen the horrors she had.<br/><br/>With that in mind she smashed the cup and took a shard and then started carving a marking into her flesh, the flesh of her thigh, the remnants of the drugs still there and aiding to the pattern. Sorcha pointed to it, “Autolycus” she then said<em>Grass eyes</em>. After a slow pause,<em> I will take you with me always. </em>“Good dog…out…”  she continued to carve into her skin. Being in this cage was even after but a few hours  so painful to a the feral young woman, that Sorcha was.  "OUT..."