The bindings were of some primitive rope made from drying and weaving jungle vines, and easily enough cut. Their design had been to tie the wrists together behind the back, from which hung optional 'loops' that could be used to ensnare ankles when brought close enough - i.e. when the wearer was in a kneeling or fetal position; the bindings had evidently been designed to serve both for marching prisoners along and for keeping them put, without the delay or risk of untying and retying on the fly.<br/><br/>The youths stood blearily, blinking their eyes and getting readjusted to the tropical light - living outdoors and under bright stars, one rarely experienced true darkness except in the deepest caves. The youth was short but had a lean musculature, of the sort that would probably fill out into the power of his captors' given a few more years. His female agemate was likewise quite fit from a hard primitive existence, and the limit of their garbing to loincloths left it quite evident that she was already blossomed, and rather large-breasted whether due to ethnicity or individuality.<br/><br/>The faces of both were streaked with thick cords of musky-smelling ejaculate; probably they had been sodomized by some or all of the other werejaguars prior to the two Kass and Aria had first seen. Needless to say both threw their own faces under the stream water, scrubbing furiously. They were both in visibly adrenaline-surged states, but seemed not as traumatized or terrified as one might expect from, say, a citizen of Waterdeep or Silverymoon to whom such an event had transpired. Perhaps such things were less unexpected here, or there was less of a sense of moral contrast.<br/><br/>Aria meanwhile was shackling each of the nymphs, after relieving their bodies of the gold and jade jewelry - four pieces of which radiated magic - and the werejaguars of their enmagiced cloaks (presumably the agents of their flight). She pulled them a little ways west into the jungle from the streambank, into a dense place where one could not see terribly far in or out. More incidentally than poetically she had shackled them in the same kneeling, wrists-behind-waist position as their previous human captives, and then began triggering the healing wand on them while calling to Kass, "Okay, I'm waking them!"<br/><br/>As soon as one stirred she slapped the nymph's cheek and hissed in Sylvan, "Try<em>anything</em>- escape, a spell whose syllables we will recognize, or any fey tricks, which we do understand and anticipate intimately - and it's back to sleep, for good," to illustrate the point, she used the flat of a kukri - the one forged of hated cold iron, no less - to lift the bloodied nymph's sagging chin.<br/><br/><br/>Will be away through next Wednesday (may or may not get to post again tonight)..miss ya!<br/>