Prisoners of War
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				Title: <strong>Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 19:53:04</strong>
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				The Dwarven city was alight, the natives scrambling to arms, the noise carrying down to the cells in the lower caverns.&nbsp; Something had occured just as the city was dimming for the night.&nbsp; Frog-marched between two grim-faced dwarves was a slender woman, her sleek features framed by locks the colour of fire and eyes glowing- smouldering with green light as she glared straight ahead.&nbsp; Clad in a short black tunic style shirt, tight breeches tucked into flat boots and fingerless gloves.&nbsp; She looked out of place with the fully armored guards marching at her sides.<br><br>Gripped tightly by the forearms they guided her down back tunnels until they emerged in the lower cavern where only the most dangerous and most important prisoners were kept.&nbsp; The trio approuched a door guarded by two lethal looking guards.&nbsp; They wore armor that made them look slightly ridiculous.&nbsp; Spikes protrudeded from their shoulders- giving the impression of pin cushions.&nbsp; One relaxed his posture marginally, retrieving a key ring from his belt.&nbsp; Unlocking the door, it swung open to expose the dark portal into the cell.<br><br>Shoving her roughly through, she was only half-way turned to try and escape back through the doorway when it slammed closed.&nbsp; She snarled at the closed doors, hearing the key turn in the lock and her dwarven guards marching heavily back up the hallway.&nbsp; "Goddamn dwarves! I hope your beards fall out!" She yelled, her voice carrying very little in the cavernous hole she was in.&nbsp; The door was solid, two slots cut into the heavy door- one at hip level and one at eye level- for a dwarf atleast.&nbsp; She raised her palms, fire glowing in her eyes, but she lowered them moments later, defeated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:24:15</strong>
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				He had just go over the mountain pass when he had saw the smoke rising from his village.&nbsp; Eyes widening he ran towards it on all fours dodging the trees and rocks only to find that it was already to late.&nbsp; He rose and looked around covering his face with his scarf trying to drown out the smell of ash and burnt bodies.&nbsp; His body shook with sorrow, not know who or what could have done this.&nbsp; His face still wrapped in the scarf he entered the charred remains of his home.&nbsp; The insides were as black as night, as he touched objects in the hut they fell to ash.&nbsp; He carefully maneuvered through the hut to the next room letting his eyes gaze seeing only burnt wood.&nbsp; Moving deeper into the room his eyes widened as he saw he wife laying motionless on the floor.&nbsp; Burnt and beaten he lifted her into his arms, tears streaming down his face.&nbsp; He sat and cried not noticing the figure behind him, turning only to fall to the floor as darkness surrounded him.<br><br>Two weeks had passed since his arrival in the Dwarven city.&nbsp; His body battered and bruised from the beatings received from the Dwarves.&nbsp; The cell was rather big but no window are any sound to the outside world was slowly driving him insane.&nbsp; His snow white skin nearly glowed in the dark his blue tiger stripes a dark contrast to his skin, he stood like the man but had the appearance of a Lynx. His used to be solid and full of muscle but now it was weakened and malnourished. <br><br>He laid on the floor curled into a ball eyes closed but not asleep.&nbsp; He could hear the guards mail as they walked down the all, but this time was different.&nbsp; His head rose up as he heard lighter steps coming with the guards, a human he thought.&nbsp; Did the Dwarves think that he would eat human or was it another prisoner his mind pondered over it giving him a slight smile.&nbsp; "This might be interesting."&nbsp; He said softly to himself.<br><br>He watched as the they through the prisoner into the dark and damp cell.&nbsp; Watching her get storming mad and smiled slightly.&nbsp; "You know, getting upset isn't going to help you situation human."&nbsp; He said softly as he stood up noticing that she was taller than he.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 20:42:22</strong>
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				Still contimplating the door thoughtfully, the voice behind her sent into sharp turn, her body going into a defensive crouch. They'd taking her blades, but she could still defend herself from attackers.&nbsp; Her eyes ajusted slowly, too slowly for her liking.&nbsp; When she could finally see in the dark, she realized the voice had been male, and the man standing across the cell was... glowing?&nbsp; Cora narrowed her eyes, her fingers flexing, the cloth of her gloves bending smoothing with the movements of her hands.<br><br>"It may not help, but like violence, it makes me feel better," She snapped, coming out of the crouch to cross her arms over her chest.&nbsp; He was thin, and definately not human.&nbsp; Her eyes flickered over him, taking in the defined muscles, though he looked to have been trapped in this damp hole for a while.&nbsp; "You don't look like someone the dwarves would much care for. You're a little too scrawny for my tastes anyways," She said, her tone a little scathing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:01:48</strong>
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				He watched her carefully not making any movements.&nbsp; He looked her body up and down not really used to seeing a human this close.&nbsp; He knew that she would put up a struggle if they were to fight but she would lose.&nbsp; He sat back down and watched her carefully hoping that it wouldn't come to violence.&nbsp; As a precaution he dragged his four inch claws along the floor, the sound of metal to stone was the best way to describe it in the dark.<br><br>"Violence will not solve our predicament right now."&nbsp; He said calmly.&nbsp; His voice sounding rather young.&nbsp; "Please do sit I am not going to harm you.&nbsp; This just makes it easier to plan on how to get out of here."&nbsp; He said and reached out grabbing a stool with ease.&nbsp; He brought it in front of him and slowly slid it over to her.&nbsp; "Here this should help instead of sitting on the hard floor."&nbsp; Saying with his smile still there but not visible.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:06:39</strong>
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				"Such a gentleman," She simpered sarcastically but took the seat he offered her, prefering the hard stool to the cold ground.&nbsp; Though he seemed to glow, she could see very little of his appearance.&nbsp; The sound of something- like two blades grinding against each other hit her ears and she was hard pressed to place her hands over them.&nbsp; She refrained, but barely, her eyes narrowing.<br><br>"Not human huh?" She asked, curling her fingers around the edge of the stool.&nbsp; "Plan an exit from a cell made for creatures like us?&nbsp; Since I know my abilities are stunted- I know your's are too..."
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:34:22</strong>
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				"Well not really I haven't even introduced myself."&nbsp; He said and stood up.&nbsp; "My name is Zylup."&nbsp; The demon said as he bowed slightly.&nbsp; He sat back down and looked over at her, he could see her perfectly.&nbsp; She was built nicely, curves in the right places along with muscle to match.&nbsp; <br><br>"No I am not human.&nbsp; I am a demon.&nbsp; Rather in my language Usi sed.&nbsp; But do call me by my name."&nbsp; He said to her and curled back into his ball on the floor figuring that she was of no harm to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:43:51</strong>
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				"Zylup..." She said, testing the name on her tongue, repeating it a few times.&nbsp; Where had she heard that before?&nbsp; "Jacob..." She murmured quietly to herself, and smiled, resting her chin in her palm.&nbsp; "If we're being polite, my name is Cora. Forgive me if I don't curtsy," The woman replied, pushing one strand of hair that had escaped from the tight braid behind her ear.&nbsp; She couldn't see him, and it almost worried her.&nbsp; Her senses were high enough she could figure out where he was if he managed to shut off the illumination that circled his body.<br><br>"A demon? Hmm..." She smiled and tapped her fingers on her chin.&nbsp; "Did you have a plan for escaping?"&nbsp; Cora asked, closing her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:56:33</strong>
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				Zylup raised his head up and crawled towards her, close enough so that she could see him.&nbsp; "That is what we need to discuss."&nbsp; He said and laid back down looking up at her.&nbsp; There are many times during the day when he was beaten that they could use but now he wasn't so sure that those said beatings were going to happen.&nbsp; Their abilities were nulled in the cell so that was out of the question.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and looked over at her. <br><br>He looked her up and down yes she was attractive, yes there were needs, wants, and desires but they could wait.... He hoped.&nbsp; Zylup looked to the ceiling again and took another breath knowing that escaping was near impossible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:05:35</strong>
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				When he crept closer and she could finally see him, her eyes widened marginally.&nbsp; She knew why his name sounded so familiar. "You're a frost demon." The weird glow of his skin, the stripes on him- all natural aspects of his type of demon.&nbsp; Her curiousity peaked, and she leaned forward to look him over.&nbsp; "This war isn't between the dwarves and your kind... what are you doing in here?"&nbsp; Cora asked this, going to her knees next to him and looking him over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:17:12</strong>
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				"The war isn't, but the Dwarves fear us.&nbsp; I was at the wrong place at the wrong time."&nbsp; He said and watched her move.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised to hear her knowledge of his kind considering that his tribe was the last of the species.&nbsp; Zylup watched her as she looked over him, he could tell that she was very curious which caused him to smile.&nbsp; "I am the last of my kind now.&nbsp; Why they keep me alive I do not know."&nbsp; Zylup spoke softly.<br><br>He rolled on his side to face her, his eyes looking up and down her body.&nbsp; Shaking his head he rolled back over to his spot in the corner.&nbsp; "They come with food."&nbsp; He said not wanting to be close to her when they peered in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:23:34</strong>
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				She meet his eyes, frowning when he mentioned being the last of his kind.&nbsp; The last?&nbsp; She started to reply but him rolling away and hearing the clatter of mail, she whirled in her crouch, staring at the door. Her voice came in halts, as she struggled to remember the words. "Drao... gemmat dras ymm... ajano uha?"&nbsp; She asked, the flap at eye level opening and angry eyes peered inside.&nbsp; <br><br>A rough, gutteral sounding voice spoke, "Get away from the door, woman."&nbsp; She glared at him, but inched further away.&nbsp; The flap at hip level opening and a plate was shoved through.&nbsp; Cora dove forward, catching the plate in her hand deftly.<br><br>"Bastard son of a ram!" Cora swore at the dwarf as the flap closed again.&nbsp; She turned back towards him, the plate held in her hand.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:30:52</strong>
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				He looked into her eyes no sadness just disappointment. "Ymm uv dras.... Ajah so ufh vysemo... Ruf tu oui ghuf drec myhkiyka?"&nbsp; He asked in his language.&nbsp; He was shocked to hear a human speak the language.... Unless she was a witch then it would explain it.&nbsp; He watched the flap open and the food shoved through sliding on the plate along the floor.&nbsp; "Oui dyga fryd oui haat vencd.&nbsp; E femm ayd fryd ec mavd."&nbsp; He said so the Dwarves wouldn't understand.<br><br>He smiled as she cursed them and crawled back when their clanking mail was out of hearing range.&nbsp; He laid back down where he was before and looked up at the ceiling.&nbsp; "You seem to be a lot more knowledgeable that I thought.&nbsp; Why were you put in here?"&nbsp; He asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:43:19</strong>
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				She winced at the disappointment in his eyes. "I am sorry.&nbsp; Um... E ys y fedlr... y... E ica sennunc du kyeh ehvunsydeuh.&nbsp; Dryd ec fro E ghuf ouin myhkiyka."&nbsp; She balanced the plate, looking for the small loaf of bread, cheese and jug of what she assumed was water.&nbsp; Cora set the plate down between them, waiting until he was next to her to rip the bread in half and offering him the second part.<br><br>The woman looked at him curiously and then looked away, her lips set in a grim line. The language came back to her with use and she replied, "E gemm vun y mejehk, pacetac paehk y fedlr.&nbsp; Dra nyka tasuhc renat sa du gemm vun dras." She did not say if she'd succeeded or not, but simply watched him as she ripped pieces off her half of the bread and ate it.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 22:51:53</strong>
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				"Don't be sorry."&nbsp; He moved closer and watched her divided up the food.&nbsp; "It is not your fault, and a mirror witch.&nbsp; Impressive not many of them."&nbsp; Zylup said and he slowly ate his portion of bread.&nbsp; Looking at her, he could see why she was a witch.&nbsp; He figure was well kept, her eyes deep and full.&nbsp; Her appearance gave off a mystical aura in which he felt.<br><br>He looked at her when she said that Rage Demons had hired her.&nbsp; "They are a vile lot.&nbsp; I understand why you do what you do.... But working with Nyka tasuhc."&nbsp; Using his language to speak their name.&nbsp; He knew common enough to get by but there are still few words that he could speak.&nbsp; He continued eating his bread slowly now curious himself on why she consistently stared at him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:06:25</strong>
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				"I would not want to lose my family that way," Cora replied, her braid slipping over her shoulder to hang over her breast. "Captromancers are... not common.&nbsp; And if they are, we're quickly killed because we are dangerous."&nbsp; She held up her gloved palm, showing the flexible mirror on the palm. "Our powers can be amplified by mirrors, it isn't just gaining information." <br><br>She shook her head, contemplating the job.&nbsp; "I needed the money..." Was all she could come up with as she looked away from him, picking the bread apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:18:59</strong>
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				"No one ever does."&nbsp; Zylup said and offered her his portion of the cheese.&nbsp; He couldn't eat it as it made him rather sick.&nbsp; He curled into a ball but continued looking up at her.&nbsp; Looking over her gloved hand he could see the mirror on the inside.&nbsp; "I know of your kind Cora.&nbsp; Very powerful and very feared.&nbsp; We make mirrors for Captromancers....&nbsp; Well used to."&nbsp; Zylup said and looked away.<br><br>"Money and issue for a mirror witch....&nbsp; Why so and I'm suprised you were able to walk out of the beasts lair."&nbsp; He said with a slight chuckle knowing what the Rage Demons are known for.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:30:43</strong>
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				Cora nibble on his portion of the cheese, smiling slightly.&nbsp; "At least I know who to go to if I need a new mirror," She said, touching his shoulder gently with her finger tips before withdrawing her hand.&nbsp; "Hey, witches like buying shiny new things, thank you.&nbsp; Money is.. well it is necessary to survive..."&nbsp; <br><br>She narrowed her eyes at him. "...Veaht." Referring to his chuckle about her walking out of the rage demon's lair.&nbsp; She also knew that rage demons mated for life, but the only way to find out if someone was their mate was to sleep with them. Cora snorted and looked away, a blush staining her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:37:51</strong>
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				He touch felt like fire along his icy flesh causing him to gasp.&nbsp; Zylup sat up and looked at her.&nbsp; "Oh do you now.&nbsp; I guess I can make you a few."&nbsp; Chuckling as he said it.&nbsp; Zylup was happy to have someone to talk with now, his sanity still almost gone but he couldn't complain now.&nbsp; "Money is not a necessary to survive....&nbsp; I've never needed it."&nbsp; He spoke softly.<br><br>"Yes dear.&nbsp; I am a fiend.&nbsp; But I also know the ways of the Nyka tasuhc."&nbsp; He said and smiled over at her.&nbsp; He could feel her blush which in turn caused him to laugh.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:43:07</strong>
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				"I suppose making me a mirror is moot point unless we can get out of this hell hole," She said, looking back over her shoulder at the door.&nbsp; Having someone else with her made the darkness easier to deal with.&nbsp; "I'm different then I guess. Cause I like money," She murmured.<br><br>"Fryd? Fyhd du vummuf eh y nyka tasuh'c vuud cdabc?" She snapped, the blush flushing her again as she heard him laugh.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:54:00</strong>
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				"Money causes problems and no I would not.&nbsp; To violent and I'm a lot better."&nbsp; He chuckled out and stood up.&nbsp; He stretched his body out his body still muscular for being held captive and beat for two weeks.&nbsp; He laid back down on the floor his body closer to hers.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was getting colder which means that the night was growing deeper.&nbsp; Normally it would nearly get to the freezing point, it wouldn't bother him but her he wasn't so sure about.&nbsp; He took off his upper robe and laid it on her lap.&nbsp; "You will need this.&nbsp; Drink the water as well.&nbsp; It will freeze over night."&nbsp; He told her and shifted his position lightly so that he was comfortable.&nbsp; Zylup didn't sleep only laid and listened to the hall out side hoping that his beatings where over.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 02:24:00</strong>
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				She felt her cheeks flush at his words and she glared at him, her lips pressed into a grim line.&nbsp; Her eyes flickered over his body, unable to deny that he was still in good shape for being in captivity.&nbsp; Only the span of the plate their food had come on seperated them when he stretched out on the floor closer to her.<br><br>Cora hadn't noticed, having been talking to him, but the room had been getting colder- and much colder that she started to feel goosebumps rise on the flesh of her arms and legs.&nbsp; He dropped his outer robe into her lap and she blinked, staring at the dark material.&nbsp; Her mouth opened in a 'O' of surprise and she nodded, drinking what little water was left.&nbsp; She wrapped the room around herself, curling her legs up against her chest.<br><br>"I take it it gets really cold here..."
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 02:31:51</strong>
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				"Well if I just told you that the water freezes over night, I would assume so.&nbsp; I don't feel it but your human frame will and you freezing to death will not be pleasant for me in the morning."&nbsp; He said and curled into a tighter ball causing the muscles on his back to tighten.&nbsp; <br><br>He smirked and looked up, "Though you could cuddle with me with the robe and I can warm you up."&nbsp; He said trying to make fun of their situation because gods knows they need some laughter now.&nbsp; Zylup laid his head back down and hummed&nbsp; to himself a song from his village, it helped lull him to sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:20:50</strong>
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				She huffed, meaning the question as completely retorical.&nbsp; Men were still men no matter the race, she grumbled, burrowing into the robe.&nbsp; Cora watched him curl up in a tight ball and smiled, her face going blank when he looked up at her and smirked.&nbsp; Scoffing, she made an obscene gesture.<br><br>"Yeah, cuddle with the frost demon," She said, her tone teasing. "Turn me into a popsicle faster," Cora said with a laugh, completely covered by the long robe.&nbsp; He began to hum and she felt herself drift into sleep, curled tightly into a ball to maintain her warmth.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:42:41</strong>
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				He smiled at her comment already to sleepy to say anything in response.&nbsp; His body finally relaxed and breathing shallowing out.&nbsp; He began moving and yelping as he was having a nightmare his claws digging into the cells floor.&nbsp; A roar rose from his throat sounding even outside of the door the vision of his family burning right before his eyes driving him into madness.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:49:22</strong>
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				She drifted on the edges of sleep, only napping more than sleeping.&nbsp; Her body refrained from sleep in a new and dangerous place.&nbsp; Cora's dreams where washed with blood from the numerous battlefields she'd been on when a roar shattered her sleeping state.&nbsp; Jerking up, she looked around, remembering she was in a cell and who she was with.&nbsp; <br><br>The demon struggled on the floor as she huddled, curled inside the warmth of his robe.&nbsp; Inching forward, she reached out a hand to him, ignoring the biting cold of his skin. "Zylup... wake up," She said softly.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 05:59:31</strong>
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				He woke with a jerk and swinging his claws feeling the tearing of cloth as he woke.&nbsp; He rolled away not very sure of his surroundings as sleep still had him dazed.&nbsp; he lifted the fabric to his nose and sniffed and then stopped in horror.&nbsp; "Cora, Cora.... Please tell me your okay."&nbsp; Zylup said in a paniced voice.&nbsp; He didn't want another dead body on his hand especially of someone who was rather nice to him.&nbsp; He crawled closer shaking the cobwebs out as he did.&nbsp; "Cora I am so sorry."&nbsp; He said his voice soft and his ears lowered.
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 06:15:25</strong>
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				Her body felt the tension in him before her mind had begun to register the movement of his arm.&nbsp; She rolled backwards away from his flailing appendages, hearing cloth tear and the sharp tips of claws brushing her arm.&nbsp; Her eyes followed his movements when she was further out of reach, hearing his voice vaguely.&nbsp; Her body had shifted to the place where she fought for her life or fled.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she tried to clear her thoughts.&nbsp; Hearing the panic tinging his voice, she moved forward. "I'm okay, you didn't hurt me," Cora said, her voice clear.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 06:28:20</strong>
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				A sigh of relief left his lungs as he sat down and looked up to the ceiling.&nbsp; His nightmares were more and more frequent now that he had been captured.&nbsp; He stood up unable to sleep and moved over to the far wall away from her and stretched out his entire body.&nbsp; His bones cracking with his movements along with his muscles loosening up.&nbsp; He sat on the floor with his back to the wall a low growl coming from the back of his throat.&nbsp; "On your comment earlier, though I am cold my short fur also traps heat in."&nbsp; Zylup said and rolled his neck causing it to crack numerous times.&nbsp; <br><br>Zylup looked to the door noticing the torches lighting the hall were brighter siginfying that dawn had arrived.&nbsp; Two weeks and three days now he had been a prisioner of the Dwarves.&nbsp; Sighing deeply he looked over at Cora noticing that he only tore the arm of her tunic.&nbsp; "Keep my robe.&nbsp; I owe you that much."&nbsp; He said and looked back at the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 21:23:00</strong>
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				Watching the demon crawl away from her, she looked towards the door, feeling the room warm a bit.&nbsp; It meant they had slept through the night, but it hadn't been a restful sleep for either of them.&nbsp; Her head turned to examine him, seeing the fine tremble in his limbs as he stretched out. The nightmares haunted even his waking thoughts.&nbsp; "Uh uh," She said, disbelieving. "I'd probably freeze. I don't think I'd look quite as attractive being the color blue."&nbsp; She kept herself wrapped in his robe, still feeling a cold bite in the air.&nbsp; The shallow cut from his claws had soaked part of her tunic and she hide her arm under the robe.&nbsp; The wound wasn't mortal- she'd live.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 22:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed knowing today was going to be another long drawn out and uneventful day in hell.&nbsp; Zylup crawled forward and stretched out this time more cat like.&nbsp; He body expanding to stretch out all the stiff muscles. When she spoke he turned his head towards her with a very non visible smile, "No you in blue skin would look rather terrible.&nbsp; You look stunning as is."&nbsp; He said giving hint of being flirtatious in his voice.&nbsp; Zylup sniffed the air and moved to her in nearly a blur, "Why didn't you tell me I cut you.&nbsp; I would have taken care of it."&nbsp; His tone now more stern than flirty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 22:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She huffed, avoiding watching him stretch like a cat.&nbsp; Cora uncurled her body, slowly undoing the braided length of her hair. Her red locks curled around her shoulders and she brushed her fingers through it before beginning to rebraid it, hiding the smile of amusement at his words.&nbsp; "Thank you... I think," She said, hearing the flirting tone in his voice.&nbsp; She eeped as he rush up to her, never having him this close to her before. "I'm fine, you friggin' glowworm... It isn't mortal!" She growled back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 23:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your welcome."&nbsp; He said and moved away from her and laid back down on the floor.&nbsp; Sighing deeply knowing he over reacted he looked at her through the corner of his eye.&nbsp; "I do apologize for over reacting, but scratches from my spicies can get infected rather easily."&nbsp; He said to her and began writing into the floor with one of his claws.&nbsp; <br><br>His mind raced with thoughts of running through the tundra again.&nbsp; Zylup missed home so much it was hurting him to the point of killing himself just to be with the ones he loved again.&nbsp; He continued scribing on the floor.&nbsp; He shifted so that he was sitting in the lotus position making it easier to write on the stone floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners of War</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 05:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm fine. Natural immunity to most things," She said, finishing braiding her locks into their confines.&nbsp; She watched him turn his back on her and start to write on the floor of the cell.&nbsp; Curious, she stayed where she was, though she wanted to look and see what he was scribing into the floor.&nbsp; "Do they come into the cell often?" Cora asked thoughtfully, staring at the heavy door.
			</dd>
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