Rhiannon cringed as the whip hit her. As the creature commented on her necklace, a voice inside of her screamed 'No!' Luckily, her outside remained stoic, and watched with unsure eyes as he stepped forward.
Rhiannon almost cried out as he broke the chain from her neck. She would not cry, she would NOT give him the satisfaction. A part of her wanted to slap him, and the other part was heartbroken. It was NOT a worthless necklace, it had a history. But Rhiannon kept her mouth shut. She bit her lip so hard that blood started flowing. Instead of crying, she lifted her head nobly and remained silent.
Her back was stinging, but she hardly felt the pain. It was all she could do to hold it together. Rhiannon was an Aithne, and Aithnes never gave in.
"You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me." ~Reflection
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Classica did an inward sigh of relief as the Dark Wizard let her pass. She hurried back to the workyard, again pulling out her wand to assist her in lifting the heavy boulders.
- Classica Macabre
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
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(11/15/01 6:48 pm)
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Tehr looked at his two new slaves, one was perfect already broken inside it would not take much to turn her into a model slave, this other one though. His hand rested on the wizards shoulder, eyes forcing the guard who had moved to whip her instinctively for her high degree of insolent arrogance.
"Nobody touches my property but me." he said smoothly in English, walking with his swagger to stand in front of Celestina. He paused looking at the two.
A finger tracing along the crying cheek, coldly fetching a tear and looking at it intently on his fingertip.
"You girl, Celestina" broken english, heavily accented and songlike, he held the wet fingertip for her to see
"You would do well to learn from this patheically weak, snivelling child. I see only one difference between the two of you that may be the reason for your arrogance." His finger trailed over her cheek, leaving the tears residue smearing the grime. He stepped back and snapped his fingers.
The guard by the table leaped forward slipping a whip into his open hand before grabbing Celestina and shoving her backwards. Following and locking his mail clad hands high around her arms he spun her around.
Tehr nodded again as Ryleigh was spun to watch, pushed to kneel and held in place by another guard at her back. The wizard standing to watch this better, everyone knew Tehr was slow to act like this but when he did it was spectacular, his skill with all weapons, including the whip was stuff of legend, to the point where it was almost an honour to hold the slave and never a painful task as his blows never missed.
Tehr turned to Ryleigh, looking down at her as all talk amongst the guards stopped, he may be a warrior and a teacher, but he knew his methods of bending people.
"You will beg me to stop, plead for mercy for her sake." he ordered her. Waiting to see her reaction as he unfurled the whip a gauging lash that slahed only a fine line through the back of her costume, leaving her skin untouched.
"And you will scream, begging and pleading for your own pathetic hide" he informed Celestina.
Ryleigh Atalanta Someone in deep sh*t
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(11/15/01 7:32 pm)
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Ryleigh's anger grew with Terhs' words, his trailing finger and snide comments sending her slightly off the bar. She growled as he turned to Celest, flicking her sight obstructing hair out of her eyes.
"You dirty bastard!" She spat, her English accent angry and predominate.
"You _dare_ call someone weak, when your own people can't even complete their tasks without our help? I thought you were supposed to be the higher species!" She screamed as she was shoved to the floor fighting to stay on her feet. Her tears burning away in contained anger, her mind momentarily forgetting the searing pain in her back.
Ryleigh held her icy glare as best she could as the other Elves held her down, forcing her neck to stay level, her blue eyes blazing at Tehr's command, ignoring the devilish looking whip he was brandishing.
"Beg?" She breathed angrily. "I would die first." She hissed through gritted teeth, and without hesitation.
Edited by: Ryleigh Atalanta at: 11/15/01 8:06:26 pm
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Celest's body shook with fear, she shut her eyes tightly as the whip came down. It didnt touch her skin, but it was out of shock that she screamed. Tehr circled her, the whip in hand. "Well?" he said in a soft cruel voice "Beg!".... Celest tired to hold in her fear, she muttered very quietly "bloody hell" Tehr bent closer "Well?" he said again, Celest shook her head slowly, and said very queitly "no" plain and simple. She was no coward, she would defend herself. "What was that?" spat Tehr, Celest kept her green eyes open "I will not beg!" she said again very softly...
~~CeLeSTiNA~~
Im NOT a tease! Im a reminder of something you cant have
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(11/15/01 7:44 pm)
Re: While the Pen is being constructed ****Reply to Rhiannon****
((ooc kay, timelapse fiddle happening here. Rhiannon I felt you sounded a little disappointed with things, so I am including you in this Ryleigh and Celestina mini-thread thats going on. I should move this, too lazy. Ahwell. Rhiannon you have heard everything they have said at his table. And are there right now and through it as well. Enjoy.))
The wizard looked slightly disappointed at this girls stoic reaction, he had been looking for some amusement when she struggled, it did not come, he did notice her pain though, her inside struggle.
He opened his mouth to speak at which point Tehr, the true commander in this camp swaggered up, he gestured the guard to keep her here, he so more later.
He went through the things with the two new slaves, standing to watch as guards came form all over to watch this. Rhiannon was grabbed, turned to watch the display, to know what was coming to her if she should continue her own arrogance.
"Watch girl and know you will taste that pain soon enough." The wizard cackled with wide eyes and prepared for this show.
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Physical pain is nothing, Rhiannon thought to herself. She knew that at least the leader could hear her thoughts, but she cared little. Still thinking about her necklace, she tilted her chin and watched. Rhiannon wasn't *meaning* to be arrogant, but it was in her blood. It was also in her blood not to show weakness, although right now she wanted to so very badly.
Rhiannon wanted to shout at these cruel creatures. She wanted to curse them and make them realize the unfairities. But life wasn't fair. It had been this way for ages, the unexpecting being conquered and the alert dominating. In the corner of her mind, a little voice wondered where her necklace was. Had the creature kept it? Had he discarded it? Was it gone forever? Stop caring, Rhiannon scolded herself. It's gone, and you can't get it back, she proceeded. It's important, another voice said.
As this inner battle progessed, an outward battle was going on. One, to remain emotionless, and the other not to rush forward and try and help the other girl. This underground place was horrid, and the inhabitants more so. The unseen purpose that the students had here, the horrible conditions, and the heartless slavedrivers were all so surreal. Only a while ago there had been laughter and fun, and now it was as dismal as the subterranean caverns.
Rhiannon knew that the sparkle had gone from her violet eyes. That could not be helped. Nothing could be helped now. Silent whispers went out to the Headmistress; hopes that they would soon be out of this horrible place...
"You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me." ~Reflection
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*Edward gets pushed into the table by a guard he steps back stomach hurting from the impact and listens carefully to the wizard. His back untouched yet he had managed to work at a normal pace throughout the day so far because he didn't know anyone and hadn't talked or slowed down at all.
his stomach churns with sickness and everything seems to be a foggy hazy dream that can't possibly be real.
slowly with his every movement seeming to take an eternity to perform he follows these new orders.*
"Edward Oakenheart, 11, Male, Hufflepuff. I'm not very good at much that I do. I'm the first of my family to be let into Hogwarts sir."
*He is pale and shakey not knowing what they meant by other information and hoping they didn't want to know why he was let in, what he could do.
He stands on knees that wobble with fear and waits.*
Edited by: Edward Oakenheart at: 11/16/01 3:49:04 pm
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
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(11/16/01 7:33 pm)
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The wizards eyes watched this fearfilled fool, a snivelling little child, he would break easily.
A whispering in his ear, coming from a small golden earring and he turned his head to look at the boy. Finger poised over the button he pulled it back, the guard stepped forward and back, his whip caked in blood from the previous beatings it had been used to deal out.
"Holding back information is lying, lying is pain"
The whip cracked across his back, tearing flesh easily, spinning around to snap again, a second rip for his lying to them.
The wizard leant back in his chair, feeling better already
"Now, what can you do?"
Edited by: Dark Creatures at: 11/16/01 7:34:22 pm
kay, timelapse fiddle happening here. Rhiannon I felt you sounded a little disappointed with things, so I am including you in this Ryleigh and Celestina mini-thread thats going on. I should move this, too lazy. Ahwell. Rhiannon you have heard everything they have said at his table. And are there right now and through it as well. Enjoy.))
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