They sat for three days within the cave, watching over their little captive. He was wounded pretty badly it seemed or else the human male would've woken up by now. The group's leader stayed away from him for the duration of the time that passed, not wanting to be near the 'abomination' as she so called him. Two of her guards she'd assigned as the man's watchers, remained vigil beside him, not leaving even for food and drink. Occasionally, they would reach over and check his vital signs, to be sure he was even breathing and alive still. Today though, the leader planned on waking the man her own way, having grown tired of waiting; her patience wearing thin. Standing from her position close to the campfire, she walked over to his sleeping form and signaled her guards to move aside.<br/><br/>"We are taking him down to the river. It's freezing temperature should wake him." The guards grinned in response, quite ecstatic to finally begin the torture process. Hauling him over one shoulder, they followed their leader out of the cave and down to a large body of water, named Volaes os Vaeli (River of Peace) by the race humans called 'elves' for their pointy-ears and delicate facial features. The other two guards remained behind to keep watch over the cave.<br/><br/>"Tie his wrists together with a rope and the opposite end to this tree here. Remove his clothing as well. I want him to feel the cold on each part of his body." She touched the trunk of a tree, it's width quite remarkable and strong. Following her command, the two guards soon had the human bound to the tree and sitting against it. She approached the man and turned to her guards. "Remove my cloak. I do not wish to dampen it." They removed the cloak, revealing a stunningly gorgeous creature. She had long, orange hair with black, striped highlights, that hung down to just below her shoulders. Her face was very delicate with the fine features of a human female, but was lined with orange fur and black stripes, as was the rest of her body. She wore no clothes, for the anthropomorphic people did not have need of clothing, using their fur to keep hidden inappropriate areas of their bodies. A long and wide white stripe covered the tops of her breasts and all the way down to the underside of her feet. With furry hands, she leans down and begins dragging the man by his feet and down to the river. "Let us see if this wakes you up." She growled, dragging him into the icy water and into the shallows. She pulled on the rope and satisfied the other end would not come undone, she let go of the human and stood off to the side, watching him bob with the slow current.