07-21-2016, 11:25 AM
Behind Malgore was the row of vehicles, all of them facing the left and pointing toward the gate with their hectic spikes, piping and bloodied hoods and doors. No one was in them, each one with a empty and unlit interior that would make any criminal hijack it in an instant. Beyond these vehicles were a collection of the same huts that Kalli had seen when they passed the gate, smoke coming up from the area despite none of the huts being on fire, with chanting and raving alike that of the cannibal mob, all the while was a inhumanly loud screaming. The prime could bear with the fact that the cannibals were lighting people on fire- she had seen something like that one too many times -it was possible they were cooking their prisoners over a campfire even, but the fact the cannibals sung to it made everything surreal, like as if she was listening to the audio of hell. She was rather relieved that there were none of the cannibals from the mob where she, Malgore and Whitthorn were, interestingly there were a lack of huts within their immediate vicinity as well. Some structures were placed farther along their right which connected with the full circle of huts along the cave wall, but they were much like the vehicles- empty.
Kalli then looked to her left; a barely conscious Whitthorn stared at the sand floor, head tilted with cuts and bruises all along his body. Shirt torn and drenched in blood all the while his body was limp, like as if he was a puppet without someone keeping him upright, the rope that tied his hands to the pole was the only thing keeping him 'standing.' Coughing, he tried to lift his head, barely succeeding as his head would shake, body tensing as his muscles were too torn to work. Once he had her in view, the lizard attempted to speak, only for Kalli's face to be forcefully turned to away from his direction. Malgore's eyes looked directly in hers.
"So, is it true? You're a prime, those primitives assured me so." Malgore said, his voice was tranquil despite how tightly his grasp was on her head. Once he had spoken however, he let go, assuming she'd keep staring at him.
"Yes." she said reluctantly, a scowl on her face.
"Well, I was summoned by-" Malgore began, looking as if he was about to go through a proud speech
Kalli wasn't going to have it however, interrupting swiftly with "A prime, who then disappeared and caused the tribe to halve. I assume this is that other half?"
Malgore straightened his back, standing at full height now while tranquility was maintained in all but the eyes, eyebrows lowering downward while he lifted his head, looking down at her in hidden disgust. At full height he stood 7ft, just looming over her. Compared to the rest of the secondaries Malgore was a giant, a truly dangerous man physically. For a second Kalli would wonder; was he summoned like that or did the desert shape him into this? It was a disturbing thought either way, that to survive here you needed to be stronger than most of the civilized people in the sparse and dangerous towns dotted within the verse. She could only hope he was a one of a kind, but there was a strong doubt in her gut that said otherwise.
In an instant he grabbed her throat, tightening his grip and while standing tall above her, he spoke in a low voice as Kalli was left to struggle with breathing, gasping for air like a fish out of water "I appreciate the fact you're still alive and our most valued captive, but I cannot promise either of those if you challenge my temper." Malgore said, watching the prime fight and wheeze just to breathe. For a few seconds he kept it like this, merely looking down at her with anger. Loosening his grip and then finally letting go, he took a step back, the prime would begin to hack while trying to breathe, unable to intake air for a short time while her windpipe opened up again.
"I'll leave you to reflect on your behavior," he said, pausing in thought while Kalli finally gained the strength to look back up at him. Malgore continued, making a content click before speaking "you like to think you're a morally just prime, right? That we're uncivilized savages that deserve to be slaughtered? I'm well aware of what those other...realms are like. Some unbelievably innocent and law abiding, while others are much, much worse than what I've been through. Each of them have their own cycle of how to live, everyone needs to work in a certain way to achieve something. I want you to know that what I do here is one of those cycles, I bring food back to these pitiful people, just like how some hunt down animals and bring their meat back to the local market. Just because the food is sapient doesn't give them special rights or put them above death. Consider that, and you'll understand why siding with peaceful primitives is a mistake." Once he was done talking in his empty tone, Malgore turned about to leave, walking between the rows of vehicles without a care in the world about looking back.
Little did he know that all the while he was talking, Kalli was busy using her sharp talons on her hands to cut through the rope tying her wrists. She hadn't even bothered to listen to his speech, instead merely staring at Malgore to make it seem like she was. It worked, making the prime rather proud of herself, but that was erased once the screaming of those being cooked alive echoed louder than ever in the distance. As soon as Malgore was out of sight Kalli cut through the last of the rope, dropping to the sand on all fours, she pushed herself up into a crouch and used one of her knees to once more push herself to her feet. Once standing straight, the prime limped toward the barely conscious Whitthorn.
"Are you alright?" She asked, using one hand to take grip of the pole, holding herself up while the other hand began to cut through the rope around Whitthorn's wrists. He didn't bother replying, making a noise that that was both a cough and gurgling, blood dripping from his mouth. He tried to move his head, to look up at her in disbelief at the prime's own escape, but all he could do is tilt his head from side to side. "Alright, don't worry, I'm just about done." She cut through the last rope, causing Whitthorn to fall onto the floor as lifelessly as she did when she was knocked off the pickup in the previous battle. She put an arm under his shoulder and got him to his feet.
"We're going to get out of here, can you drive?" She asked, looking at him while he dragged his feet through the sand. The lizard merely nodded, breathing sporadically as his wounds brought torment with every movement. Seeing as most of the Malicious Sons drove rather small cars, Kalli's panic began to rise as she searched for a sizable vehicle to carry a good few people. Whitthorn then made a grunt, rolling his head to the left before rolling it toward her shoulder. She looked- to their left as a pickup, just like Whitthorn's, minus the heavy machine gun. "Perfect." She muttered, carrying him over and placing him in the drivers seat. Fortunately it was at the front row, making their escape so much easier.
"Are the keys still in there?" She asked, just about to close the car door.
"Yes." He said, quietly, sounding as if his vocal cords were in absolute disarray.
"Good, I'll be coming back with some extra hands, once we're all in I want you to charge full speed through the gate."
"And what if the gate isn't open by the time you're back?" Whitthorn asked, his voice still coarse.
There was a pause, "I'll think of something." she said, slamming the door right after and charging off down the row of vehicles, hating herself over how little time they had. He needed medical attention, but there was nothing she could do as of now except hope Whitthorn wouldn't go unconscious from blood loss, or die.
Kalli then looked to her left; a barely conscious Whitthorn stared at the sand floor, head tilted with cuts and bruises all along his body. Shirt torn and drenched in blood all the while his body was limp, like as if he was a puppet without someone keeping him upright, the rope that tied his hands to the pole was the only thing keeping him 'standing.' Coughing, he tried to lift his head, barely succeeding as his head would shake, body tensing as his muscles were too torn to work. Once he had her in view, the lizard attempted to speak, only for Kalli's face to be forcefully turned to away from his direction. Malgore's eyes looked directly in hers.
"So, is it true? You're a prime, those primitives assured me so." Malgore said, his voice was tranquil despite how tightly his grasp was on her head. Once he had spoken however, he let go, assuming she'd keep staring at him.
"Yes." she said reluctantly, a scowl on her face.
"Well, I was summoned by-" Malgore began, looking as if he was about to go through a proud speech
Kalli wasn't going to have it however, interrupting swiftly with "A prime, who then disappeared and caused the tribe to halve. I assume this is that other half?"
Malgore straightened his back, standing at full height now while tranquility was maintained in all but the eyes, eyebrows lowering downward while he lifted his head, looking down at her in hidden disgust. At full height he stood 7ft, just looming over her. Compared to the rest of the secondaries Malgore was a giant, a truly dangerous man physically. For a second Kalli would wonder; was he summoned like that or did the desert shape him into this? It was a disturbing thought either way, that to survive here you needed to be stronger than most of the civilized people in the sparse and dangerous towns dotted within the verse. She could only hope he was a one of a kind, but there was a strong doubt in her gut that said otherwise.
In an instant he grabbed her throat, tightening his grip and while standing tall above her, he spoke in a low voice as Kalli was left to struggle with breathing, gasping for air like a fish out of water "I appreciate the fact you're still alive and our most valued captive, but I cannot promise either of those if you challenge my temper." Malgore said, watching the prime fight and wheeze just to breathe. For a few seconds he kept it like this, merely looking down at her with anger. Loosening his grip and then finally letting go, he took a step back, the prime would begin to hack while trying to breathe, unable to intake air for a short time while her windpipe opened up again.
"I'll leave you to reflect on your behavior," he said, pausing in thought while Kalli finally gained the strength to look back up at him. Malgore continued, making a content click before speaking "you like to think you're a morally just prime, right? That we're uncivilized savages that deserve to be slaughtered? I'm well aware of what those other...realms are like. Some unbelievably innocent and law abiding, while others are much, much worse than what I've been through. Each of them have their own cycle of how to live, everyone needs to work in a certain way to achieve something. I want you to know that what I do here is one of those cycles, I bring food back to these pitiful people, just like how some hunt down animals and bring their meat back to the local market. Just because the food is sapient doesn't give them special rights or put them above death. Consider that, and you'll understand why siding with peaceful primitives is a mistake." Once he was done talking in his empty tone, Malgore turned about to leave, walking between the rows of vehicles without a care in the world about looking back.
Little did he know that all the while he was talking, Kalli was busy using her sharp talons on her hands to cut through the rope tying her wrists. She hadn't even bothered to listen to his speech, instead merely staring at Malgore to make it seem like she was. It worked, making the prime rather proud of herself, but that was erased once the screaming of those being cooked alive echoed louder than ever in the distance. As soon as Malgore was out of sight Kalli cut through the last of the rope, dropping to the sand on all fours, she pushed herself up into a crouch and used one of her knees to once more push herself to her feet. Once standing straight, the prime limped toward the barely conscious Whitthorn.
"Are you alright?" She asked, using one hand to take grip of the pole, holding herself up while the other hand began to cut through the rope around Whitthorn's wrists. He didn't bother replying, making a noise that that was both a cough and gurgling, blood dripping from his mouth. He tried to move his head, to look up at her in disbelief at the prime's own escape, but all he could do is tilt his head from side to side. "Alright, don't worry, I'm just about done." She cut through the last rope, causing Whitthorn to fall onto the floor as lifelessly as she did when she was knocked off the pickup in the previous battle. She put an arm under his shoulder and got him to his feet.
"We're going to get out of here, can you drive?" She asked, looking at him while he dragged his feet through the sand. The lizard merely nodded, breathing sporadically as his wounds brought torment with every movement. Seeing as most of the Malicious Sons drove rather small cars, Kalli's panic began to rise as she searched for a sizable vehicle to carry a good few people. Whitthorn then made a grunt, rolling his head to the left before rolling it toward her shoulder. She looked- to their left as a pickup, just like Whitthorn's, minus the heavy machine gun. "Perfect." She muttered, carrying him over and placing him in the drivers seat. Fortunately it was at the front row, making their escape so much easier.
"Are the keys still in there?" She asked, just about to close the car door.
"Yes." He said, quietly, sounding as if his vocal cords were in absolute disarray.
"Good, I'll be coming back with some extra hands, once we're all in I want you to charge full speed through the gate."
"And what if the gate isn't open by the time you're back?" Whitthorn asked, his voice still coarse.
There was a pause, "I'll think of something." she said, slamming the door right after and charging off down the row of vehicles, hating herself over how little time they had. He needed medical attention, but there was nothing she could do as of now except hope Whitthorn wouldn't go unconscious from blood loss, or die.