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Carnëiach · 09-18-2002, 02:00 PM

Elanor flinched, shocked, as the one they had called their leader struck her friend on hard on the jaw. Elwyns teeth clicked together and her eyes rolled back into her head. A thin trickle of blood spilled from a small cut on her chin where one of Calixtos elaborate rings had cut it.
He looked with disdain at his ring, with the elven blood on it. His glance flicked to Elanor and he stepped towards her. She steeled herself not to give in and move away. She stared at the floor, concentrating although she knew it was useless with the gold binding her.
"Aww, do not look away witch. I have other things planned for you than your rather insolent friend. Come, look me in the face."
Elanor continued to glare at the floor. Maybe if she could use Elwyns strong feelings...
"Look at me witch!" His voice was more forceful. Elanor drew on it, mustering its pitiful strength...
His hand touched her shoulder, and she threw back the power at him. A spark. A simple spark. She slumped with disappointment- all that had happened was that Calixto had twitched slightly...and made him alot angrier. His strong thin fingers grasped her chin and he forced her head upwards, digging them in so hard so bit her lip to stop herself reacting. She went from one extreme to the other and stared deep into his eyes, the vivid green depths of hers meeting the dark blue of his. For a moment he stayed like this before leaning within an inch of her face and whispering to her.
"Your power is strong, I know this. But you will join with me and give me it, and belive me it shall be far better if you do this willingly!" His voice was like a crystl knife and for a moment Elanor was too terrified to do anything. She would have given anything to attack him like Bulvard, or yell and spit like Elwyn. But she could do nothing. He smiled, stroking the side of her face with his free hand briefly.
"You shall be my source of power."
He released her and she slumped slightly, before the guards once more dragged them to their feet and took them both, dragging the unconcious Elwyn, back to the cell. Quietly, Elanor prayed for Bulvard and Culloth to come and free her from the traitor...

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ]

09-18-2002, 02:00 PM	#151
Carnëiach Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: away with the goblins Posts: 57	Elanor flinched, shocked, as the one they had called their leader struck her friend on hard on the jaw. Elwyns teeth clicked together and her eyes rolled back into her head. A thin trickle of blood spilled from a small cut on her chin where one of Calixtos elaborate rings had cut it. He looked with disdain at his ring, with the elven blood on it. His glance flicked to Elanor and he stepped towards her. She steeled herself not to give in and move away. She stared at the floor, concentrating although she knew it was useless with the gold binding her. "Aww, do not look away witch. I have other things planned for you than your rather insolent friend. Come, look me in the face." Elanor continued to glare at the floor. Maybe if she could use Elwyns strong feelings... "Look at me witch!" His voice was more forceful. Elanor drew on it, mustering its pitiful strength... His hand touched her shoulder, and she threw back the power at him. A spark. A simple spark. She slumped with disappointment- all that had happened was that Calixto had twitched slightly...and made him alot angrier. His strong thin fingers grasped her chin and he forced her head upwards, digging them in so hard so bit her lip to stop herself reacting. She went from one extreme to the other and stared deep into his eyes, the vivid green depths of hers meeting the dark blue of his. For a moment he stayed like this before leaning within an inch of her face and whispering to her. "Your power is strong, I know this. But you will join with me and give me it, and belive me it shall be far better if you do this willingly!" His voice was like a crystl knife and for a moment Elanor was too terrified to do anything. She would have given anything to attack him like Bulvard, or yell and spit like Elwyn. But she could do nothing. He smiled, stroking the side of her face with his free hand briefly. "You shall be my source of power." He released her and she slumped slightly, before the guards once more dragged them to their feet and took them both, dragging the unconcious Elwyn, back to the cell. Quietly, Elanor prayed for Bulvard and Culloth to come and free her from the traitor... [ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ] __________________ I never saw a wild thing that felt sorry for itself. A bird can fall frozen dead from a bough, without ever feeling sorry for itself. GI Jane (ok, DH Laurence) Carnëiach (Amanaduial the Archer)