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<blockquote data-quote="Aristoi" data-source="post: 2674999" data-attributes="member: 32975"><p>~A day, or night, like any other~ he considered as he lay, seemingly asleep, motionless except for faint breathing as his body did it's work. He lay where he had been tossed, the bruises and cuts of the combat mending as his supernatural constitution worked its magick knitting him whole once again. Oh certainly he'd have scars, he had plently already, they would add to his personal trophies. </p><p></p><p>He'd been dragged back here, feigning unconsciousness (not really hard when you've just barely survived personal combat with an ogre) and after a brief visit from the Healer, thrown to the cell floor. </p><p></p><p>His cell, like the others in their quad, was exactly large enough to survive in. Two paces on a side with an open front that opened out onto the viewing area where Bloodtwist and those he wishes to impress could view his "collection". </p><p></p><p>"Hmp," he snorted near-silently to himself, a "menagerie" would be more accurate. Nearly forty-score creatures were held in siumilar enclosures here in the mountain beneath Shiftspire, on the side of one of the volcanoes of the Thaymount plateau. It was common knowledge none of the zulkir would allow him to have his Spire anywhere near the rest of "Thay Proper" and yet, one could see several cities and towns from the upper chambers, he was sure. </p><p></p><p>It was typical of human arroagnce to assume superiority over anyone or anything else that wasn't themselves. True, Bloodtwist's Slavers had managed to capture him when he was much younger. But they paid for it dearly, he had killed three of them before them managed to enspell him and take him down. The branding had ensured docility while they beat him near to death for his strength and then praised themselves for his capture. </p><p></p><p>It had taken the placing of the ring in his nose to quell his murderous gaze though, his spirit had never been crushed. The Githyanki had not been able to do it, the denizens of two Realms had not been able to do it, even Time had not been able to slay his people; who was he to be less? Even in the filth of his own unwashed body and the enclosure in which he and his wastes were confined, still he resisted with the last shred of his being. </p><p></p><p>His large pointed ears twitched slightly, as if in the sleep he pretended to lay in, listening to the others that shared the quad. Movement from across from him, and the slightly larger enclosure, indicate Kilmore was awake after his own struggles. Shuffling steps immediately following bringing a reluctant body into the quad said that S'lanneneth had returned and the smell on the air, of blood, sweat and other things said that he had just been returned from the Master. He'd be covered in small wounds, bites and scratches, his shapeshifting body struggling to undo the damage of whatever Bloodtwist had done prior to, during and following. </p><p></p><p>For the thousandth time he thanked the Powers of Balance he was too ugly for any of the Handlers of for Bloodtwist to find him 'interesting' that way. Too bad for Adama too. He started to sit up to see the damage and to offer what condolences he could when he heard more steps and recognized the pattern. </p><p></p><p>Their Handlers.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aristoi, post: 2674999, member: 32975"] ~A day, or night, like any other~ he considered as he lay, seemingly asleep, motionless except for faint breathing as his body did it's work. He lay where he had been tossed, the bruises and cuts of the combat mending as his supernatural constitution worked its magick knitting him whole once again. Oh certainly he'd have scars, he had plently already, they would add to his personal trophies. He'd been dragged back here, feigning unconsciousness (not really hard when you've just barely survived personal combat with an ogre) and after a brief visit from the Healer, thrown to the cell floor. His cell, like the others in their quad, was exactly large enough to survive in. Two paces on a side with an open front that opened out onto the viewing area where Bloodtwist and those he wishes to impress could view his "collection". "Hmp," he snorted near-silently to himself, a "menagerie" would be more accurate. Nearly forty-score creatures were held in siumilar enclosures here in the mountain beneath Shiftspire, on the side of one of the volcanoes of the Thaymount plateau. It was common knowledge none of the zulkir would allow him to have his Spire anywhere near the rest of "Thay Proper" and yet, one could see several cities and towns from the upper chambers, he was sure. It was typical of human arroagnce to assume superiority over anyone or anything else that wasn't themselves. True, Bloodtwist's Slavers had managed to capture him when he was much younger. But they paid for it dearly, he had killed three of them before them managed to enspell him and take him down. The branding had ensured docility while they beat him near to death for his strength and then praised themselves for his capture. It had taken the placing of the ring in his nose to quell his murderous gaze though, his spirit had never been crushed. The Githyanki had not been able to do it, the denizens of two Realms had not been able to do it, even Time had not been able to slay his people; who was he to be less? Even in the filth of his own unwashed body and the enclosure in which he and his wastes were confined, still he resisted with the last shred of his being. His large pointed ears twitched slightly, as if in the sleep he pretended to lay in, listening to the others that shared the quad. Movement from across from him, and the slightly larger enclosure, indicate Kilmore was awake after his own struggles. Shuffling steps immediately following bringing a reluctant body into the quad said that S'lanneneth had returned and the smell on the air, of blood, sweat and other things said that he had just been returned from the Master. He'd be covered in small wounds, bites and scratches, his shapeshifting body struggling to undo the damage of whatever Bloodtwist had done prior to, during and following. For the thousandth time he thanked the Powers of Balance he was too ugly for any of the Handlers of for Bloodtwist to find him 'interesting' that way. Too bad for Adama too. He started to sit up to see the damage and to offer what condolences he could when he heard more steps and recognized the pattern. Their Handlers. [/QUOTE]
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