Being Held Captive (Female M)

[Darious_Knightengale]

Devin rushed thrw the forest running as fast as he could heading to his smoking village..."Damn it no...Please everyone be alright..." He muttered as he came threw the clearing seeing a big battle, most of Devins village was wiped out all but a few. "NO!!" He called out as he rushed to his friends sides fighting. After a short bit all of the village was killed except Devin he still fought tooth and nail even know he was surrounded. Two of the soldiers rushed him one of them stabbing him in the shoulder with a spear. Devin cried out and fell to one knee. His eyes went from his angry jet black to a very bright glowing blue, lightining flashed out and killed about 20 of the soldiers. Devin then passed out on the ground cold. One of the soldiers was going to take advantage of the situation and spear Devin threw the chest but he was stopped by a female's commanding voice.......


Soon after Devin was taken to a camp that was near by and locked up in a cage for questioning when he woke with water constantly being poured on him to keep him from using his electricity..If he did it would hurt him more then anything.

((Alrighty then...I know its not all that good and what not...But I would like someoned to play the female that pretty much saved Devins life..I would like her to be the leader of the army...And you can do anything else you please...Thanks ^^))

[Bmare]

Aryana was in the rhythm of battle. Swing, parry, thrust, spin, duck, slash. It was a familiar dance to the young General. Parrying a blade, she ran the villager through, cutting a swath through the defenders. Spinning from the path of an arrow, she slashed a nearby villager in the ribs, allowing the soldier fighting him to take him down. It was a slaughter, that much she knew, but she must follow the orders she was given, and her arrows were to start a campaign toward the capital city, capturing key points along the border. This was one of those key points.

When the battle died down, she was surprised to see lightning erupt from within the village. Shouting orders to some of her men, she ran toward the disturbance. Reaching the site of the lightning, she was surprised to see a lone villager surrounded by a squadron of her men: all dead. One of the spearmen raised his spear to finish off the warrior, but she raised a hand.

"Soldier! Stay your hand," she commanded, satisfied to see the soldier immediately follow her command.

Walking over toward the fallen villager, she knelt down, peering at his face. Making her decision, she rose to her feet and gestured to a few of her soldiers.

"Take him back to camp," she said, thinking about how to contain him, "Tie him beneath the waterfall. I want him alive."

Nodding, the soldiers hustled to do her bidding, picking up the fallen prisoner of war and bearing him away toward their encampment. Gesturing to some other soldiers, she directed them to clean the area up and prepare the village for the main forces.

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She was sitting at her desk, still wearing her bloody armor, writing a note of success to her superiors when one of her guards burst in, saluting sharply before standing at attention.

“What is it,” she asked, not even looking up from her letter.

“The prisoner is awake,” he said, looking over at her.

“Thank you,” she said, rising to her feet, “Dismissed.”

The soldier saluted again before turning and walking back out of her tent. Sighing, she followed him out, her armor clanking with her movements as she approached the waterfall. She looked upon him for a moment before stepping into view. Her black hair and tribal markings automatically marked her as a Karkrashan, a mortal enemy of this land. Which was how she had command of her own army at her age. The Karkrashans were trained as soon as they could walk in all matters of combat.

“Glad to see you are awake,” she drawled slowly, coming to a stop at the water’s edge, making sure she wasn’t touching anything wet. It would be quite unfortunate for her to meet her demise on her very first day of victory. “We were starting to wonder.”

She looked him over with her silver eyes, her face impassive. How did he overcome so many with such a power, she thought to herself, Where do these southerners get these strange magiks? Why am I unfamiliar with this?

[Darious_Knightengale]

When she came apon him he of course was trying to escape struggling against the bonds. When he heard her voice he stopped his eyes darting towards her with...If only looks could kill...His eyes watched her closely..."I think I would much rather be dead..." He growled as he continued to struggle against the bonds..."When I get out of here...YOu all better be as far away as possible..." He stated with a smirk that was quickly turned into a wince when he moved wrong pulling at the wound on his shoulder.."Grrr Damn it all to hell..." He growled his eyes looking to the water..."My people have done nothing..Nothing at all...And you slaughter them all...." He muttered as his eyes verted to her. They were now jet black..."YOur dead to me....You and your damned army..I'll make you all pay....." He growled as he continued to struggle not caring at this point if it was hurting him.

[Bmare]

Raising an eyebrow, she continued to watch him. "I am truly sorry this fate has befallen your village. But, know this, I do not needlessly take lives," she said calmly, not at all fazed by his comments, "But collateral damage is a part of war. And that is what this is. War." She watched as some of the water ran red with his blood, her silver eyes watched the pinkish tinted water flow and dissipate into the small pond. Crouching slightly, she looked down at her reflection in the water, the ripples from his actions distorting the image. Rising, she brushed her hands together, as she looked at him. “I hope you enjoy staying there,” she said, raising her head and peering down at him imperiously, “Because those bonds won’t come off until the main occupation forces arrive. They will decide what to do with you. You may be killed then, I don’t know.” Glancing once more at him, she rolled her shoulders, feeling the weight of her bloodied armor before turning her back to him, an insult where she was raised. "What's done is done," she said, glancing over her shoulder, her long black braid dangling down her back, "There is nothing you can do to change that fact."

[Darious_Knightengale]

He growled..."War...I'll show you war....Le'me go...I dare you..." His eyes looked towards her.."I don't think anyone would enjoy staying here." He growled as he closed his eyes..."Oh I can't wait..." He says with a smirk looking to her as she turned her back to him..."Just wait you'll get yours...I'm sure of it." He says with a grin as he cocked his head to the side before looking to the water..."I bet you that I can change that fact.." He says his eyes looking back to her..."Just wait..I'm sure you will find out..."

[Bmare]

Turning slightly, she watched him, her silver eyes gleaming dangerously. "That may one day become true," she said, her features remaining impassive, "But I doubt it will be by your hand, or power. When the occupational forces arrive, they shall bring their shamans, and your powers will be bound for the duration of your stay. However long that may be. I wish you luck, warrior." She slid her hand along the leg of her armor, dried blood flaking off. Fisting her hand, she placed it over her heart, bowing her head slightly before straightening. His prowess in battle had earned her respect, but no more. "If you shall escape, I shall await the day for our blades to cross," she said, her fingertips reaching up to brush the crossguard of her own blade, "But until then, I shan't dwell over the acts I was ordered to commit. Many more cities will fall before my army, and I shall feel the same for them that I feel for yours."

[Darious_Knightengale]

He looked to her..."I know it will be by my hand...No matter how long it takes woman....And I won't need any luck.." He muttered as he cocked his head to the side almost laughing when she bowed to him..."Let me loose...Or blades shall cross...Why wait for the inevitable..." He says with a smirk as he cocked his head to the side..."Why let me live...You killed off everyone else...Why couldn't you just killed me?" He asks her curiously cocking his head to the side.

[Bmare]

She looked at him, her face an expressionless mask. "I shall not aid you," she said, locking her cold gaze with his, "I shall not hang for treason. If I am to die, it shall be by the hand of a superior enemy, just like the warriors before me. If it is you that wields the blade, then that is how the gods will it, I shall not question their judgement." She turned to face him again, crouching down so her eyes were more on level with his. It was at moments like these when she could feel the tattoos upon her face, their presence telling a story of her deeds, unique only to her. It was like a iron mantle, their responsibility something she must bear for the rest of her days. "I did not kill you, warrior, because it would have been a dishonorable deed. And one to weigh upon my own name," she said calmly, pressing her finger to the dirt before her, and writing in the runes of her own language, scrawled two words, Honor and Duty, "You were unconscious and had defeated several of my men. You were wounded, yes, but not lethally. So I couldn't perform a mercy-killing. I was honorbound to keep you alive, whether or not I personally wanted to avenge my swordbrothers." She idly wondered how different their societies were, knowing that the core of her own revolved around Honor and Duty, the two words law in themselves. She looked at him, her eyes showing experience beyond her years, the harsh soceity of her people not allowing for the softness of childhood, only the harsh realities of war.

[Darious_Knightengale]

He looks over to her..."Its because your scared...." He muttered flatly his his eyes locked on to hers. "Dishonorable.....Dishonorable...I seen your people kill the unarmed...The wounded...And you say you have honor...Right...If anything the gods shun you..." He says with an angry growl his eyes still locked on to hers. "Thats exactly how it is...You jsut can't see yet...But when you do...Thats when you will fall..." He says his eyes then looking back into the water

[Bmare]

Rising to her feet, she stared down upon him, her features carefully schooled in aloofness. "You know not what you speak of, warrior," she said, brushing her hands off, "You have no idea of the inner workings of my people. You think you are superior to us 'Northern Barbarians' as we are often called in your villages, but you won't see one of us knife another in the back. We don't steal to increase our wealth. What you see as my people killing unarmed civilians is something totally different. Few flew a white flag of surrender. None of them parleyed. They fought, and in the ways of my people, we fought back. Those that flew a white flag were released after the battle, taking your younglings away." Shaking her head, she sneered at him in disgust, showing the first real emotion in their entire exchange. He knew nothing about her or her people. NOTHING. "If anything, the gods shun your people," she said, her disgust clear in her tone, "Preying off one another for what? Gold? Women? Greed runs rampant amongst your soceity, I have seen it firsthand. And yet you say my vision is skewed." Shaking her head again, she looked down at him over the bridge of her nose, her eyes glinting like cold steel.

[Darious_Knightengale]

Devin smirked slightly listing to her rammbling..."Ya ya...You think your a saint...I get it I get it...Just wait until you see things threw my eyes...And you will that I promise you." He says with a smirk a he his eyes locking on to hers. He knew jsut the way she was looking at him he was getting to her...All part of his plan of course. "Like I said...In do time...In do time." He muttered with a glare.

[Bmare]

Narrowing her eyes at him, her mouth drew tight around the edges. "I am no saint," she said, staring at him, "I am a killer, just as I was raised to be. I know this. I have no delusions that I tread a very thin line between Honor and Dishonor. I do what I must, but no more, to retain the ability to look upon my reflection every day and know I retain my honor. I know what it is like to look through you eyes, warrior. I wasn't born a Karkrashan, you know. I too watched my village slaughtered when I was but a youngling. The Karkrashan shaman leading the attack saw my bravery and took me in. I tried to kill him many times to avenge my people, but I failed each time. Over time, I came to understand the ways of the Karkrashan's, I understood. Brackhurst is still just a pile of charred logs and burnt ground." Her face slowly relaxed as she forced her emotions away, locking them once again deep within her psyche, leaving her face once again emotionless. The image of a serene lake floated to the front of her mind, along with the charred remains of her village, Brackhurst, upon its bank.

[Darious_Knightengale]

He smirked slightly..."Good I'm glade that you see your not..." He mutterd listening to her talking about how she came to be. He then smirked. "You know...I really don't care how you came to be...Yes it is very intresting...But still...How about this..You let me go and I'll leave peacefully." He lied with a grin his eyes staying on hers. "I don't feel like being chained up and kept in water until thoes damned shamans..." He growled as he once again started to fight against the bonds. "I give you my word...If you move me to a different place...I will cooperate much better." He says his eyes looking to her.

[Bmare]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with skepticism. "I may be a killing barbarian," she said crossing her arms across her chest, "But I am not stupid. The moment I remove you from that water, you will lash out with your power and kill my men. I cannot recklessly endanger their lives in such a manner." She scuffed her foot through the words she had scrawled in the dirt earlier, erasing them from their temporary place of being. "You shall remain in the running water until the shamans arrive and bind your power, then you may be moved, at the discretion of the Rear General," she said with finality, "We need no cooperation from you. If you haven't noticed, you are the one that is captured and at the mercy of the army and myself. A prisoner. This is not open to negotiation." She slashed her hand through the air, a definitive signal in any language, meaning the topic was closed. She heard a warbling whistle from the direction of the camp, turning, she listened as her sentries communicated using the shrill sounds. Glancing back to him, her mouth curled in a small smirk. "It seems as though the occupational forces have arrived early," she said calmly, "I shall have a shaman summoned at once." Looking back at the forest, she placed her fingers to her lips and released a few whistles of her own, receiving a reply in kind.

[Darious_Knightengale]

He looked at her and then sighed...Hey he tried that was the best that he could do.."Then I jsut have to wait for the right time to excape.." He said with a sigh as he fought against the bounds as once more. He heard the whistles and then looked to her noting her smirk..."Fuck..." He growled..He intended to be out of there before that time.."How about you jsut send them back.." He muttered to her with a grin...I'm not really that dangerous.." He says with a laugh as he looked to her..."Just let me go...Please." He added with a smile..."I'll be a good boy i promise.."

[Bmare]

Raising an eyebrow, she turned and looked at him, the small smirk still upon her features. "As I said before...I am not stupid," she said glancing at him, "I saw the damage your power did. I shall take no unnecessary risks." Some brush rustled behind her, causing her to spin, her hand on the dagger at her belt. Noticing one of her guards, and a brightly clad shaman, she relaxed her posture. Nodding to the guard, she bowed, her palms pressed to the opposite shoulder. "Honored shaman," she said with a heady amount of respect in her voice, "May your power never waver." The shaman smiled, bowing his head slightly, "And may your blade remain sharp, General Dragomir," he said, respect lacing his own voice, "You requested my talents?" She nodded before looking toward the waterfall, jerking her thumb over her shoulder, "He is a lightning shaman. He killed more than a squadron of my men with his power, this was the best I could come up with until you arrived," she explained. The shaman nodded and stepped past her, looking upon the man's thoroughly soaked form, his all black eyes looking at the man.

[Darious_Knightengale]

"It doesn't hurt to try.." He muttered with a smirk as he then heard the resteling in hte bushes as well. He then seen the the man that she was talking to. When the shaman looked his way he jsut smirked slightly..."Let me go.." He muttered..."And I am no shaman..." He says looking to the woman truthfully his didn't know where his powers came from. His eyes then verted back to the shaman looking at his black eyes..."Intresting..." He says with a smrik as his eyes too turned jet black...."Release me..." He muttered again...

[Bmare]

The shaman tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. "No," he said simply before raising his hands and drawing a complicated set of runes in the air. From the pool rose a thin band of water, slowly solidifying into a pair of crystalline wristbands and a thin key. Waving his hands, the bands fell into his hands as the key flew toward her. She caught it and looked at it in confusion. The shaman walked up to the edge of the water before wading in, his eyes flashing a brilliant shade of green as he did so, grounding himself to the very floor of the pond. She lunged forward, her hand outstreched as the shaman's feet touched the water, worry apparent in her eyes.

[Darious_Knightengale]

Devin smirked watching as he drew the ruins in the air. He then cocked his head to the side watching the water solidify..."What the hell.." He muttered as the bands went around his wrists. Devin's eyes flashed as he watched the shaman get into the water..."Ohhhh big mistake...." He muttered as he gritted his teeth together. With a harsh yell electricity started tp flash from Devin.."Are you that intrested in death Shaman..." He said threw gritted teeth. In a matter of seconds he could release the electricity and fry him..

[Bmare]

The shaman smiled as if he had just heard a joke. "It is not death I am interested in," the shaman spoke as he walked toward the contained man, "Lightning has never held sway over the land." He reached the man and snapped the first wristband onto his arm, his face unworried. He reached up to secure the second and final wristband and lock the man's power behind the controlling devices.

Aryana came to a complete stop right at the water's edge. "Shaman," she said urgently, "Please return to the bank. He is dangerous." Her hands clenched worriedly at her sides, twitching toward where her longbow usually sat, but was suddenly reminded that she hadn't worn it from her tent. The key ground into her flesh as she watched the scene unfold before her, helpless to change the situation.

[Darious_Knightengale]

Devin looked at him.. "Are you mad..." He gorwled as he heard him say that lightning never held sway over the land...He then watched as he snapped the first wrist band on his arm..."Then you obviously don't know true power..." He says with a smirk. Before he secured the second wrist band Devin let loose a surge of intence electricity..More then he had ever had in his entire life the water that was hitting him actually evaporated from the intence heat as a blinding light corsed threw out the area.

[Bmare]

The shaman blinked, momentarily surprised at the power he contained before channeling the electricity through his body to dissipate into the earth. He felt the heated steam blast at his face and clothing, burning any exposed skin. He reached the sudden realization that he would die from his burns already, but he needed to get the second wristband on first. Wind blowing his hair around, he groaned with the effort of fighting through the pain as his flesh began to curl in the heat. Snapping the wristband on, his power wavered, before dying altogether. The remaining electricity instantly claimed his life, but now the power was controlled by the one holding the key.

Aryana watched with wide eyes as the shaman fell into the water, dead. Her lips parted in shock as she looked at the body floating upon the surface. Her eyes flicked back to Devin, staring at him in awe before noting the wristbands secured about his wrists. Having faith in her shaman's, she waded out to the body and carefully hauled him from the water, slinging his body onto the bank and kneeling down beside him, her feet still in the water. "Shaman," she said, reaching down to place her hand over his heart. Not feeling a pulse, she bowed her head, praying to the gods to care for their child. "May you always feel the wind in your hair," she said, rising to her feet in the water as she looked down at the body, "Shaman-father."

[Darious_Knightengale]

Devin smirked slightly as he watched the Shaman continue to come closer to him eventually getting the band around his other wrist..As his power was cut off Devin collapsed cutting off his power made him immencely weaker. He collapsed to his knees not even knowing that Aryana had already got the Shaman out of the water...Devins breathing was slow almost ragged. Eventaully he looked up at her the blackness in his eyes completly gone..."W--What has he d-done..." He says weakly. His whole body was trembeling .

[Bmare]

She didn't turn to him, instead looking down at the man that had taken her in and raised her. "He bound your power," she said, clenching her hand tighter around the key, the teeth biting into her leather glove, "And gave me the key to controlling it." She lifted her fist and opened her hand slowly, looking down at the shining crystalline key before sliding it into a small notch in her belt designed just for that purpose. Turning to him, her eyes narrowed in anger, she slowly advanced toward him. Reaching up, she grasped her sword and slid it from its sheath, holding the length of steel at her side. Reaching him, she looked up into his eyes, her own clouded with anger and hatred. Raising her sword, she hesitated slightly before swinging it and cutting the bonds about his wrists. "You shall come with me," she said, her sword never moving from between them.

[Darious_Knightengale]

He looked at her too weak to argue...At least that explained why he was so weak...He watched her eyes narrow in anger and then she advanced towards him. He watched her grab her sword..Devin thought for sure this was it..And he was powerless to stop it...As she raised her sword he looked down and was then shocked when she cut the bonds on his wrists. Devin stood up off the ground using what strengh he had left he followed her. "What do you want with me?" He asks weakly.."Might as well kill me...I'm usless without my power..and I don't have the strengh to fight..." He muttered.

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