[M] This wasn't what you wanted, was it?

POSTED: Tue Jun 14, 2016 2:37 am

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[ 300+ ] » Anyone welcome! Daytime (vague), in the Training Grounds. Marked mature for language.

It was a tough transition to make - once being part of a close-knit group, only now to be the only one brave enough to step out of her boundaries. Their group had been known in the area - people knew not to mess with them. Yet, one little fuck up and now they were all split up, defeated, and indignant, cowering in the darkness like scared puppies. Where was Malus when they needed him? They needed his pep talks, his strength. They wouldn’t listen to her; at least not like they would listen to him. And what would she say? They had been defeated long ago, and he was the only one lucky enough to escape this hell hole...

When Szenne wasn't pretending to be a slave, she was off doing her own thing. Lukos barely ever needed help with anything dire, and she didn't need to hover around his shoulders like his mom anyway. She had her own things to do. Her own goals and visions. It was daylight and sneaking out of there was out of the question, Szenne stole away towards the old mill training grounds.

She was happy to find it empty. Then she didn’t have to pretend like she hadn’t come to train or at least pick up a sword. Szenne walked over to the rack and picked up the sword and held it in her hand for a moment. She tried to think back to a time a sword in her hand felt right before all this. Maybe it was that time in the Tangles... or maybe it was Yarrow...

Closing her eyes, Szenne thought of one of those times. Taking in a breath, she swung the sword blindly at an invisible foe. She slashed, and spun, and ducked, and jumped back, and tried to imagine herself somewhere else - somewhere free.


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Sammiie
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POSTED: Tue Jun 14, 2016 9:56 am

It was from a far distant point that Havoc noticed the minuscule movement of another. Where they went he did not know and who it was he could not tell either. From his boring, fruitless round of patrolling before hand he intended to report his findings to his Grand Mother. Passing through the village the man came to a sudden stop, turning his head he noted the sounds that came from the old mill training area. The noises truly weren't great but they were there to say the least.

Curiously he'd gone to inspect what it was he was hearing. Strangely what the coyote- dog saw was not what he expected. The image in his vision one could say was nothing short of interesting. With a sword in hand he saw one of the slaves swing the blade as if battling. It was Szenne, a female from the group they'd enslaved from the southern territory. Almost like she were dancing the Abdiel went through the motions of a non existing match with her imaginary opponent. It seemed as though her focus was so great on her thoughts that she almost left the real world.

Havoc approached but not brought himself near enough to worry. You really good w'that sword. Were ya quite the warrior before? He asked the woman but truthfully wasn't sure what to expect back if anything. She was someone he never actually interacted with.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 15, 2016 11:13 am

[ 300+ ] » Thanks for joining :)

Szenne easily got lost in the motions. Feeling the sword swing in her hands, feeling the blade slice through her invisible opponent’s skin; it all brought her back to when times were right. It brought her back to a place she didn’t have to tiptoe around, where she was respected, and could do whatever she wanted. And when she wasn’t respected, she could show them why they should have respected her.

The sound of the door hadn’t disturbed her from her vision, but the voice did. It startled her, in fact, because she had assumed she’d be reprimanded for taking her time to use Anathema’s resources for herself, when she was supposed to be one of the “resources” to be used. But then again, maybe her assumptions were wrong because it seemed she was never quite scolded by any of the other members unless she mouthed off to them.

”Still am,” she answered the fire-pelted man. Green eyes rested upon his face briefly, before averting and looking him over. Clearly, she was not good at this slave thing. She didn't have the mannerisms for being a slave. She was not broken, nor ruled in her household. If anything, Lukos treated her as if she was his caretaker - which could have been a bad choice on his end. She gave Anathema none of her trust, yet Lukos seemingly trusted her a lot.

She thought about driving her sword through the belly of the enemy at that moment. She thought of running. It would be easy. He would never see it coming, and there was a good chance the body wouldn't be found for a while. But then she also thought of leaving her mom’s things behind. She thought of losing them forever. That was just not right. She couldn’t do that.

”Ain’t you?” she asked, assuming with hair like that, he had to be some kind of big shot in the pack.


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POSTED: Tue Jun 21, 2016 10:32 am

“Still am.” Was the reply to his question, whether or not that was all she was he didn’t know. Having zero knowledge about her she seemed nice. Szenne was a slave but to Havoc that hardly mattered since he was only a Zepar.

Crossing his arms in front of his chest he shifted his gaze away from her for a moment and then back. The next words to come from her mouth made his eyes go wide. The man released a short hearty laugh in light of her comment. I'm no warrior. His voice was deep maybe even sounding sarcastic but he was entirely serious. Unlike his father and others he didn’t dedicate himself to the life of a warrior. Yet interestingly enough he did have the skills of a fighter because dad wouldn’t let him not have them.

Call me Havoc. What’s yer name if I may? The creed man asked her neutrally. He’d also held his hand out to her in friendly gesture if not just to see what she’d do. He recalled that she had been claimed by Lukos. The grey wolf had been a member that he liked. The Zepar was interested in getting to know her, even if it was only her name.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 29, 2016 6:12 am

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”Really.” was her response because she could have sworn he looked like one. But what did she know? She barely paid attention to the other Anathemans. She only knew what they looked like for the sake of hiding when she was leaving the territory. She also didn’t really care. He wanted to get to know her, but she wanted to get him out of her face. She hated him for his fucking affiliation, even if he hadn't come during her capture. He still sided with these devilish freaks.

”Szenne,” she said, for the sake of obedience, but when he held out his hand, she just looked down at it. She wasn’t going to touch it or shake it, and she made that clear with the expression written on her face. She looked down to his hand, and then up at him again. ”For the sake of the future, what do you plan on takin up as a rank then?”

God help her if she knew what the ranks were called in this damned place. But she knew whose kid he was. She knew one wrong move could land her in some shit. She wouldn’t stoop, but she would try to be polite – at least civil – with the stupid fucking Anatheman in her face.

Her grip tightened on the sword, and once again, she thought of massacring every last one of them bastards here to free herself and her friends… but where would that land her? She’d probably miss one of the bastards somewhere and they’d come and kill her. She loosened her grip on the sword again, and let the blade tip hit the wooden floor boards.


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POSTED: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:15 am

It was strange in a way for the man to feel conflicted like he did. He only tried to be friendly but this woman just would not take it. There was disinterest in her words to such a degree one could feel it. Szenne as she called herself had looked between his offered hand and his face. She had zero intention of accepting the physical part of his greeting. It was plain to see on her facial features. Stepping back he withdrew his hand like the fish out of water it was. Inwardly Havoc shrugged to himself, it wasn’t his fault for a lack of trying. This female however was forever a lost case. Thinking back to how she got here he realized it was pointless probably even idiotic to ask for much.

Softly he sighed reaching behind his head the fiery male clasped his hands together and rested them there. A slave of the pack, she was nothing but a cage full of hate and disdain. Good to meet ya Szenne. Knowing she didn’t actually care he went along with it. Inquiring what he planned to take as a path he looked up curiously and considered it. I could be a warrior, not that I wanna. It was ingrained in him from lots training with his father, he would make an excellent warrior if he had the same drive. Maybe just hunt and be a helping pack hand. Or I could steal things and bring them back to Anathema. He mentioned off handedly. Truly his mentality was greatly different than Mido. It was clear that he hadn’t thought about it too hard nor did it overly bother him.

Red eyes tuned in to tightening and loosening grip on the sword as she let it barely sink into the wood beneath their feet. He looked back to her face, honestly the encounter was kind of awkward not that he expected it to be. What about you? Will you stay like this? He wondered what she intended to do. He’d heard about slaves entering the ranks before.


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Alexander
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POSTED: Thu Aug 04, 2016 5:09 am

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Yeah, it was ‘good’ to meet her, wasn’t it?

The hatred burned like an oxidized fire in her veins and every moment she got to mock the Anatheman, she did. Maybe not outwardly or vocally, but she picked off anything from his person and ridiculed it in her head. He wasn’t a warrior because he wouldn’t make it a day as one. She took him as an Anatheman warrior because he looked like a dick, but now getting a better look at him, he looked weak. She wondered if she could beat him in a spar – a hand-to-hand spar. Woman versus Man, right now.

Green eyes looked him up, then down. Steal things and bring them back? Was he serious? He didn’t look like he was capable of that either. She snorted, amused that he would believe himself capable of something like that. Hunting was probably more his thing.

”Does it look like I have a choice?” she sneered. Some of the hostility from inside came out in her sarcastic response. Was he serious? Did he really think she would stay with the assholes that made her a slave after all this time? No, she would not stay. She’d get the hell out of here fast.


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POSTED: Tue Aug 16, 2016 9:19 am

Sorry bout the dragging, want to wrap this up?

No doubt compared to the former Rakeeb, Havoc wasn’t that strong or experienced. Father and Son were very different. Looks were deceiving, he wasn’t incapable or weak in the way she imagined him to be. Yet she thought he looked like a dick; the earthen woman was pretty accurate on that because deep down he was.

She posed him a question with much noted in the sound of her voice. He blinked a couple times fluttering a warm gaze. Weirdly he thought for a second about how she was cute when she was angry. There was a pause as if he was going to put forth the effort into thinking about it. Clearly she was mad by the fact and Havoc wasn’t making it any better for her. I guess you really don’t do ya. It was not a question he returned with a slight tilt of his head. Inside his own thoughts he wondered if she secretly enjoyed the idea. If captivity were truly so awful why would Szenne stay? It made sense that one would be hell bent and determined to escape. Still here she remained an Abdiel in a group of terrible beings; it couldn’t have been that bad. Not that he would know anything about the struggles Havoc could only imagine what his father would say to him for teasing a slave. The Zepar imagined Mido would not be impressed but it bothered him little.

As fun as it had been the encounter seemed to lose flavor and direction. Well if I see ya around great. If not whatever ya decide to do I wish ya all the best. Pretty well done he readied himself to leave, turned and began to walk away. He waived the female something of a parting goodbye.


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POSTED: Sun Aug 21, 2016 10:31 pm

Szenne
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The man named Havoc seemed to think she had choices. Lots of choices. Did she have a choice in her freedom? No. She could escape, sure, and then be hunted down and punished by his pack of savages. She could only imagine what kind of punishment they’d reserved for a slave – a Luperci just like them that they had used for entertainment, but surely intended on her easy disposal in their amphitheater. (Luckily, there was no amphitheater here.) Cold-hearted beings – much more so than herself – that could probably come up with some sadistic way to punish her; one to persuade her enough to never try to escape again. Lukos had vaguely mentioned what his pack would do to runaway slaves, and Szenne didn’t want to learn the details the hard way. Sure, she didn’t want to stay, but she also valued her life and all of her limbs, her eyes, her ears, her tail...

Havoc’s voice broke her from those thoughts, and angry green eyes sought his. However, luckily, what he had said didn’t entirely require an answer. Lucky for him mostly because Szenne was ready to shove it down his throat.

Wisely, the coydog prepared to leave. He wished her the best, then turned from her, waved, and walked towards the exit. Szenne just watched, gripping the sword in her hand and bringing it up in front of her. Staring down at her distorted reflection in the sword’s dull surface, she murmured, ”You, too.”

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