01-11-2017, 09:41 AM
The world was fuzzy and muted, and as he tried to move,his limbs wouldn't budge. His heartbeat throbbed and his ragged breathing echoed in his ears. I'm the background he heard pained screams and insane laughter. Then, as another moment passed, his world snapped back into clarity.
Koal found himself in a small, scarcely decorated room. That wasn't to say it didn't look comfortable; it was still more than he had available in his own world. His violet eyes regarded the heavy chains that bound him. Dark iron, rusted and jagged, dig into his skin and made it practically impossible to move. His mouth was kept shut by a muzzle, and he could barely even shift his jaw. He could feel the caked blood on the right side of his face from the blow he had received prior to losing consciousness. Amid his self-diagnosis of his injuries, he heard the ear-splitting sound of rusted iron being forced open. After his ears stopped ringing, he looked at the doorway, and regarded a woman.
She was fairly average in height, maybe about 5'6", and she had chestnut hair. Her rosy skin was stained with ash and dust, and her eyes were a piercing green, as with a look, she was gazing into your very soul. Her clothes consisted of a mottled pattern of black and shades of grey, suitable for camouflage in the dark and inhospitable landscape of the Ashen, When she saw him shift his head towards her she smiled and began to speak.
"So you're finally awake."
Koal recognized the voice immediately, and began to try and thrash in his chains, straining to get to her somehow, to show her just how much he wanted to return the favor. She began to chuckle as he did so, her voice cool and collected. She wasn't fazed in the slightest, by his thrashing, and continued to approach him. Her body posture was proper, but relaxed.
"Settle down, those chains were designed to hold primes a helluva lot stronger than you. There's no point." Her words made Koal pause, before he grudgingly stopped his movements. She smiled, and placed a hand on the top of his head, running her fingers through his ebony locks, like he was a pet. Her next words all but confirmed that thought.
"See. Some part of you already senses that you belong to me now. I told you that I'd make you my plaything." She scanned him with her eyes, and the Demon felt oddly vulnerable under her gaze. Her words seemed to hold a degree of control over his actions. She grabbed a hold of the collar that constructed his throat, hoisting him up with surprising strength. His face was inches from hers, her eyes never breaking contact with his. In a word, it was... intimate. She rested a hand on his face and began to whisper to him.
"You are my weapon, to use against our enemies. You may be determined to maintain your freedom, but you lost it the moment I captured you." She threw him back to the ground, and Koal let out a fierce snarl as he hit the hard floor. She punctuated each of her next words with a kick to his ribs.
"You. Are. Mine."
Koal found himself in a small, scarcely decorated room. That wasn't to say it didn't look comfortable; it was still more than he had available in his own world. His violet eyes regarded the heavy chains that bound him. Dark iron, rusted and jagged, dig into his skin and made it practically impossible to move. His mouth was kept shut by a muzzle, and he could barely even shift his jaw. He could feel the caked blood on the right side of his face from the blow he had received prior to losing consciousness. Amid his self-diagnosis of his injuries, he heard the ear-splitting sound of rusted iron being forced open. After his ears stopped ringing, he looked at the doorway, and regarded a woman.
She was fairly average in height, maybe about 5'6", and she had chestnut hair. Her rosy skin was stained with ash and dust, and her eyes were a piercing green, as with a look, she was gazing into your very soul. Her clothes consisted of a mottled pattern of black and shades of grey, suitable for camouflage in the dark and inhospitable landscape of the Ashen, When she saw him shift his head towards her she smiled and began to speak.
"So you're finally awake."
Koal recognized the voice immediately, and began to try and thrash in his chains, straining to get to her somehow, to show her just how much he wanted to return the favor. She began to chuckle as he did so, her voice cool and collected. She wasn't fazed in the slightest, by his thrashing, and continued to approach him. Her body posture was proper, but relaxed.
"Settle down, those chains were designed to hold primes a helluva lot stronger than you. There's no point." Her words made Koal pause, before he grudgingly stopped his movements. She smiled, and placed a hand on the top of his head, running her fingers through his ebony locks, like he was a pet. Her next words all but confirmed that thought.
"See. Some part of you already senses that you belong to me now. I told you that I'd make you my plaything." She scanned him with her eyes, and the Demon felt oddly vulnerable under her gaze. Her words seemed to hold a degree of control over his actions. She grabbed a hold of the collar that constructed his throat, hoisting him up with surprising strength. His face was inches from hers, her eyes never breaking contact with his. In a word, it was... intimate. She rested a hand on his face and began to whisper to him.
"You are my weapon, to use against our enemies. You may be determined to maintain your freedom, but you lost it the moment I captured you." She threw him back to the ground, and Koal let out a fierce snarl as he hit the hard floor. She punctuated each of her next words with a kick to his ribs.
"You. Are. Mine."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables