Tigress flinched slightly, switching her sword to the other arm. She'd almost forgotten her injury in her hurry to protect the clan. She wanted to clutch it, as the throbbing almost drove her mad, but instead she gritted her teeth and growled as she listened to the Serthis begin to speak. She snarled a bit louder with each sentence out of the vile Thing's mouth, and was readying to lung for an attack when Frank suddenly began to speak.
Clarity rang in her mind as she realized that Franklin hadn't just been a simple part of his previous clan. His actions and words made a bit more sense, now. He led a bit differently than she had, and had probably done so much longer. She'd only just taken over from her mother when her brother had struck. She hadn't even undergone the ceremony yet, though she'd really been leading for a year as part of her training, just without the title.
Regardless, she felt her respect for him grow. She hadn't been turned away by her clan, she only been betrayed by one. And yet, he'd survived.
Though, with him attacking the Emperor Slayer, she wasn't sure if he'd survive much longer. Before she could move, Hera was doing so, and had knocked Frank away. They apparently wanted to take the Serthis alive, which in Tigress' opinion, was a risk she didn't want to take. Though, she didn't move to interfere, only stared, her claws subconsciously lifting to clutch her still bleeding arm.
Tigress flinched slightly, switching her sword to the other arm. She'd almost forgotten her injury in her hurry to protect the clan. She wanted to clutch it, as the throbbing almost drove her mad, but instead she gritted her teeth and growled as she listened to the Serthis begin to speak. She snarled a bit louder with each sentence out of the vile Thing's mouth, and was readying to lung for an attack when Frank suddenly began to speak.
Clarity rang in her mind as she realized that Franklin hadn't just been a simple part of his previous clan. His actions and words made a bit more sense, now. He led a bit differently than she had, and had probably done so much longer. She'd only just taken over from her mother when her brother had struck. She hadn't even undergone the ceremony yet, though she'd really been leading for a year as part of her training, just without the title.
Regardless, she felt her respect for him grow. She hadn't been turned away by her clan, she only been betrayed by one. And yet, he'd survived.
Though, with him attacking the Emperor Slayer, she wasn't sure if he'd survive much longer. Before she could move, Hera was doing so, and had knocked Frank away. They apparently wanted to take the Serthis alive, which in Tigress' opinion, was a risk she didn't want to take. Though, she didn't move to interfere, only stared, her claws subconsciously lifting to clutch her still bleeding arm.
Everything happened so quickly. In a flash, Tokal-Sen went from a proud and seething martyr of justice to being bowled out of the way by her sister, who took the full brunt of the bogsneaks powerful bite, his teeth sinking deep into her shoulder, scratching and crushing bone. Myrrylen screeched in pain, while her sister screeched in delighted fury. As dragon descended upon dragon, the serthis made her way to the sidelines, assuming that this was going to her plan. Eyes glittering with excitable malice, wringing her hands absentmindedly, Tokal-sen lost her fervor when she realized that she had been pushed out of the way. It was too late for her to make an escape though, as a brooding guardian had already moved up behind her, and flattened her with a paw. The serthis struggled and squawked countless insults, but it was no use, she was their prisoner now.
Myrrylen sprung into action the second she felt Franklin's intent. Pressing her haunches into the ground, she lept in the way of him and his target, and she immediately crumpled to the ground with the force of his charge. Not only that, but with a strong wing she struggled to force Forsythia out of the way, the snapper instead locking her jaws around the imperials foot that was kicked into her mouth. The entire scene was a disaster, blood and fur littered the clearing, and many of Myrrylen's fallen red feathers bathed the glade in an eerie glow as they fluttered and danced around their ankles. "D-Don't..." The mage panted heavily. Her body was not used to fighting like this. She struggled to speak, her voice muffled due to her head dipping to the ground. "Don't hurt her.."
Everything happened so quickly. In a flash, Tokal-Sen went from a proud and seething martyr of justice to being bowled out of the way by her sister, who took the full brunt of the bogsneaks powerful bite, his teeth sinking deep into her shoulder, scratching and crushing bone. Myrrylen screeched in pain, while her sister screeched in delighted fury. As dragon descended upon dragon, the serthis made her way to the sidelines, assuming that this was going to her plan. Eyes glittering with excitable malice, wringing her hands absentmindedly, Tokal-sen lost her fervor when she realized that she had been pushed out of the way. It was too late for her to make an escape though, as a brooding guardian had already moved up behind her, and flattened her with a paw. The serthis struggled and squawked countless insults, but it was no use, she was their prisoner now.
Myrrylen sprung into action the second she felt Franklin's intent. Pressing her haunches into the ground, she lept in the way of him and his target, and she immediately crumpled to the ground with the force of his charge. Not only that, but with a strong wing she struggled to force Forsythia out of the way, the snapper instead locking her jaws around the imperials foot that was kicked into her mouth. The entire scene was a disaster, blood and fur littered the clearing, and many of Myrrylen's fallen red feathers bathed the glade in an eerie glow as they fluttered and danced around their ankles. "D-Don't..." The mage panted heavily. Her body was not used to fighting like this. She struggled to speak, her voice muffled due to her head dipping to the ground. "Don't hurt her.."
The imperial moved so quickly that the snapper didn't have time to realize that she hadn't been wrestling with a snake at all. Forsythia released Myrrylen's foot in horror the moment she realized her mistake.
"Myrrylen! I'm so sor-"
"Don't hurt her.."
"Wh-wha...?" Forsythia was incredibly confused. Had Tokal-sen poisoned her, and this was a hallucination?
"Myrrylen... what do you mean? She- she tried to kill us before. What's changed?" She asked, no longer on the offensive with Tokal-sen. Forsythia trusted Myrrylen's judgement, and if her judgement said not to attack the famous emperor-slayer, then Forsythia wouldn't attack the famous emperor-slayer.
The snapper spit blood onto the ground, and hesitantly looked at Myrrylen's leg. She'd left quite a gash, but it didn't look very deep. Her biggest concern would be the bruising from how hard she'd clamped down. She knew words wouldn't apologize enough for what she'd done. Immediately, she scrambled in place, looking around for any healing herbs. She remembered the herbs she'd brought Frank before, and scuttled quickly into the cave to see if he'd left any behind.
The imperial moved so quickly that the snapper didn't have time to realize that she hadn't been wrestling with a snake at all. Forsythia released Myrrylen's foot in horror the moment she realized her mistake.
"Myrrylen! I'm so sor-"
"Don't hurt her.."
"Wh-wha...?" Forsythia was incredibly confused. Had Tokal-sen poisoned her, and this was a hallucination?
"Myrrylen... what do you mean? She- she tried to kill us before. What's changed?" She asked, no longer on the offensive with Tokal-sen. Forsythia trusted Myrrylen's judgement, and if her judgement said not to attack the famous emperor-slayer, then Forsythia wouldn't attack the famous emperor-slayer.
The snapper spit blood onto the ground, and hesitantly looked at Myrrylen's leg. She'd left quite a gash, but it didn't look very deep. Her biggest concern would be the bruising from how hard she'd clamped down. She knew words wouldn't apologize enough for what she'd done. Immediately, she scrambled in place, looking around for any healing herbs. She remembered the herbs she'd brought Frank before, and scuttled quickly into the cave to see if he'd left any behind.
Unlike Forsythia, Frank had a very, very different response to Myrrylen's intrusion. "What the hell do you mean, 'don't hurt her?!'" Franklin snapped at the Imperial, glaring straight into her eyes as she was still knocked to the ground. He spat a glob of Myrrylen's blood onto the grass, before turning furiously to Hera and Archimedes. "What the hell do you mean, 'don't kill her?!'" Turning on Poam and Tigress, he let out a hideous snarl. "Did none of you hear what she did? What she told us? The tundras..." Franklin broke off, noticing that the wildclaw was injured. He didn't press it. He turned back to Myrrylen, his breathing heavy with pent up rage. "Your sister wants to kill you, Myrrylen! But on top of that... The night of the 'Blue Fire...' Deities above, those poor, innocent Tundras... The prisons were so, so full with these horrible, crazed mutants, husks of their former selves. All they would do is snarl..." Franklin sunk to the grass, his entire body trembling with emotions. "Oh gods, Freddy... I found who did this to you, Freddy..." Franklin choked, his throat convulsing. He addressed the Guardian, although he didn't look at her. "Have mercy on me Hera and kill that damned snake already! Myrrylen doesn't deserve her. Tokal-Sen doesn't deserve to keep her life."
Unlike Forsythia, Frank had a very, very different response to Myrrylen's intrusion. "What the hell do you mean, 'don't hurt her?!'" Franklin snapped at the Imperial, glaring straight into her eyes as she was still knocked to the ground. He spat a glob of Myrrylen's blood onto the grass, before turning furiously to Hera and Archimedes. "What the hell do you mean, 'don't kill her?!'" Turning on Poam and Tigress, he let out a hideous snarl. "Did none of you hear what she did? What she told us? The tundras..." Franklin broke off, noticing that the wildclaw was injured. He didn't press it. He turned back to Myrrylen, his breathing heavy with pent up rage. "Your sister wants to kill you, Myrrylen! But on top of that... The night of the 'Blue Fire...' Deities above, those poor, innocent Tundras... The prisons were so, so full with these horrible, crazed mutants, husks of their former selves. All they would do is snarl..." Franklin sunk to the grass, his entire body trembling with emotions. "Oh gods, Freddy... I found who did this to you, Freddy..." Franklin choked, his throat convulsing. He addressed the Guardian, although he didn't look at her. "Have mercy on me Hera and kill that damned snake already! Myrrylen doesn't deserve her. Tokal-Sen doesn't deserve to keep her life."
Tigress growled again, and lifted her sword once more. Myrrylen was crazy to want to let such a threat live. And Franklin was right, the snake deserved to die. Her crimes were unforgivable, and justice called for execution.
However, reason spoke up in the back of her mind. Tokal was trapped beneath Hera's claws. She could die by execution after she had given them all the information she knew. There were spells that could force the truth out.
"Wait, wait just a moment. She does deserve to die, but she is also incredibly valuable. The information she holds could save our lives from her warriors, and I'm willing to bet she knows other useful things-- where she has her stashes of treasure and gems, for instance. If we want to build a clan, we could use currency for trade, and she must know where we can get some. I propose we keep her prisoner, until we've learned all we can from her, then allow her a trial before her rather inevitable execution." She suggested, her gaze a bit cold. She was not a particularly kind dragon, especially toward her enemies.
Tigress growled again, and lifted her sword once more. Myrrylen was crazy to want to let such a threat live. And Franklin was right, the snake deserved to die. Her crimes were unforgivable, and justice called for execution.
However, reason spoke up in the back of her mind. Tokal was trapped beneath Hera's claws. She could die by execution after she had given them all the information she knew. There were spells that could force the truth out.
"Wait, wait just a moment. She does deserve to die, but she is also incredibly valuable. The information she holds could save our lives from her warriors, and I'm willing to bet she knows other useful things-- where she has her stashes of treasure and gems, for instance. If we want to build a clan, we could use currency for trade, and she must know where we can get some. I propose we keep her prisoner, until we've learned all we can from her, then allow her a trial before her rather inevitable execution." She suggested, her gaze a bit cold. She was not a particularly kind dragon, especially toward her enemies.
Archimedes let out a rather un-masculine squeak and jumped when Myrrylen moved so quickly to defend Tokal-sen that even he had to take a moment to realize that it wasn't the snake that Forsythia and Frank had attacked, but the imperial.
"Such speed!" He said, catching his breath. Forsythia was instantly upset and ran off, presumably to find something to stop the bleeding. Frank, however, wasn't the least bit sorry and Archimedes actually agreed with his anger. It was absolutely justified. However, Tigress seemed to be the only dragon thinking clearly.
"Prisoner is best." For now. He shot a look at the bogsneak, and gave a small nod, hoping he'd catch the signal. A fair trial, as Tigress suggested, would still almost certainly sentence the serthis to a well deserved death. Simply because her sister was worse didn't mean she was a saint at all.
He looked at Myrrylen, trying to analyze her. She was a powerful, powerful wizard, but she's been nothing but peaceful and clearly suffers from some level of trauma. But something wasn't adding up. Why protect the violent murderer after her own neck? Unless she saw something in Tokal-sen, or just had strong familial values.
Archimedes' mind wandered from the topic, and suddenly remembered Halss, the wildclaw that had disappeared before any of this scene unfolded.
He turned to Hera and Poam, who seemed to be the least involved in the violent scene.
"H-hey, your warriors seem like they've got this handled. I'm worried about Halss. What if she runs into Tokal's general?"
Archimedes let out a rather un-masculine squeak and jumped when Myrrylen moved so quickly to defend Tokal-sen that even he had to take a moment to realize that it wasn't the snake that Forsythia and Frank had attacked, but the imperial.
"Such speed!" He said, catching his breath. Forsythia was instantly upset and ran off, presumably to find something to stop the bleeding. Frank, however, wasn't the least bit sorry and Archimedes actually agreed with his anger. It was absolutely justified. However, Tigress seemed to be the only dragon thinking clearly.
"Prisoner is best." For now. He shot a look at the bogsneak, and gave a small nod, hoping he'd catch the signal. A fair trial, as Tigress suggested, would still almost certainly sentence the serthis to a well deserved death. Simply because her sister was worse didn't mean she was a saint at all.
He looked at Myrrylen, trying to analyze her. She was a powerful, powerful wizard, but she's been nothing but peaceful and clearly suffers from some level of trauma. But something wasn't adding up. Why protect the violent murderer after her own neck? Unless she saw something in Tokal-sen, or just had strong familial values.
Archimedes' mind wandered from the topic, and suddenly remembered Halss, the wildclaw that had disappeared before any of this scene unfolded.
He turned to Hera and Poam, who seemed to be the least involved in the violent scene.
"H-hey, your warriors seem like they've got this handled. I'm worried about Halss. What if she runs into Tokal's general?"
With Archimedes towering over him, the anxiety on his body decreased even if slightly. The ridgeback's protection and unexpected courage was contagious, and so was the proud that started to grow on the nocturne's heart. He wasn't content due to himself, but rather from the Scientist's behavior that was shining at the moment. When they first met him, he made himself smaller, he gave up to the intimidations; but now... No, he wasn't being the warrior that his clan wanted him to be -and the nocturne was grateful of that- he was being someone else at the same time that himself. A proof that courage could come in different ways, the nocturne reminded himself.
He came out from his musings, as soon as the scene played. Hera pinned the Serthis down and Archimedes tried to intervene on the situation, but before he could add his own opinion, Myrrylen threw herself into the confusion. Worse than that, she took the blows that were supposed to affect Tokal, and as soon as blood flew from her neck, the nocturne's eyes widened in despair. Everything became silent, an agonizing sharp sound on the back of his mind. Blood droplets arrived in front of his feet, fur fell from her mane... A wing pushed the bogsneak away, the imperial's feet shivered for a moment; while on the background a grin ghosted on the Serthis's face. Everything was in slow motion, and the fire on his heart weakened as his heart clenched.
Too many emotions flooded his mind, sorrow, grief, guilt...They watered his insides, tearing internaly as physically, it was impossible to cry. The possibility of losing the imperial was pushing strongly his thoughts, and slowly, white started to surround his vision. Myrrylen's face was highlighted on the middle; and so was the hurt on her eyes, the wounds from now and the battles before...
However, Frank's voice pushed his consciousness forward, and so did Tigress' and lastly, Archimedes'. He shook his head to get away from the current dread, coughing water soon after, making the fire inside flare up, forcing himself to take a step on the matter. "No one will kill anyone here." He started, glancing at Franklin first. "She can be a murderer, but we won't turn ourselves on ones of her kind." Then, he looked around, watching as forsythia entered the cave. "Right now we have to take care of Myrr's wounds; and as Archi said, do something about not only Halss but Meri as well. " He eyed tokal-sen on the ground, growling lowly at her as he continued. "As for her; I'd say to take her as a prisoner, to take from her any kind of needed information. Rope her down or something, take her with us to the other side of the sea of a thousand currents. Interrogate until we know every detail about not only Myrr and her pasts but also about the blue fire night."
He changed glances with the wounded imperial, softening his eyes as he did so. "You should've have told us about this sooner, Myrr." He whispered, not wanting to worse the confusion that was probably already going on her head.
With Archimedes towering over him, the anxiety on his body decreased even if slightly. The ridgeback's protection and unexpected courage was contagious, and so was the proud that started to grow on the nocturne's heart. He wasn't content due to himself, but rather from the Scientist's behavior that was shining at the moment. When they first met him, he made himself smaller, he gave up to the intimidations; but now... No, he wasn't being the warrior that his clan wanted him to be -and the nocturne was grateful of that- he was being someone else at the same time that himself. A proof that courage could come in different ways, the nocturne reminded himself.
He came out from his musings, as soon as the scene played. Hera pinned the Serthis down and Archimedes tried to intervene on the situation, but before he could add his own opinion, Myrrylen threw herself into the confusion. Worse than that, she took the blows that were supposed to affect Tokal, and as soon as blood flew from her neck, the nocturne's eyes widened in despair. Everything became silent, an agonizing sharp sound on the back of his mind. Blood droplets arrived in front of his feet, fur fell from her mane... A wing pushed the bogsneak away, the imperial's feet shivered for a moment; while on the background a grin ghosted on the Serthis's face. Everything was in slow motion, and the fire on his heart weakened as his heart clenched.
Too many emotions flooded his mind, sorrow, grief, guilt...They watered his insides, tearing internaly as physically, it was impossible to cry. The possibility of losing the imperial was pushing strongly his thoughts, and slowly, white started to surround his vision. Myrrylen's face was highlighted on the middle; and so was the hurt on her eyes, the wounds from now and the battles before...
However, Frank's voice pushed his consciousness forward, and so did Tigress' and lastly, Archimedes'. He shook his head to get away from the current dread, coughing water soon after, making the fire inside flare up, forcing himself to take a step on the matter. "No one will kill anyone here." He started, glancing at Franklin first. "She can be a murderer, but we won't turn ourselves on ones of her kind." Then, he looked around, watching as forsythia entered the cave. "Right now we have to take care of Myrr's wounds; and as Archi said, do something about not only Halss but Meri as well. " He eyed tokal-sen on the ground, growling lowly at her as he continued. "As for her; I'd say to take her as a prisoner, to take from her any kind of needed information. Rope her down or something, take her with us to the other side of the sea of a thousand currents. Interrogate until we know every detail about not only Myrr and her pasts but also about the blue fire night."
He changed glances with the wounded imperial, softening his eyes as he did so. "You should've have told us about this sooner, Myrr." He whispered, not wanting to worse the confusion that was probably already going on her head.
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The Wildclaw scaled the tree with some degree of difficulty, her short arms and heavily clawed legs not used to having to navigate branches. Muttering an array of disgruntled curses under her breath, she was able to eventually push herself near to the top, standing on a branch she was confident would be able to support her as she got ready. Beak clacking together, she spread her wings, taking a small breath. It was then that she could barely fathom the steps to flying, but trusted that muscle memory would kick in.
Without another moment to let herself hesitate, Halss took a few brisk steps and jumped. She plummeted, of course, but it only took her a moment before her wings caught air, and she pumped. She miraculously was able to halt her desecent, but her direction swerved the the left, nearly plunging her into a nose-dive.
Her breath quick, the Wildclaw pumped a few more times, but her body always seemed to be pushed slightly to the left, like it was her right wing that was holding her up. It only took a few moments for her to figure the equation out - two left beats and a right beat. The membrane on her left wing was patchier than on her right, and wasn't able to pick up air as easily.
She flew in circles for a few moments, and ecstatic feeling rising in her. She could fly. Yeah, it was draining and choppier than she remembered, but she could keep herself up.
She raised her head to spot the Ridgeback's head, and began winging herself that way. What where they all waiting on? It shouldn't have taken this long to either be killed by a snake, or to kill a snake.
A few moments later, Halss was hovering above the group, and began descending just off to the side, a small, content grin on her face. But as soon as her claws touched the ground, it began to fade off. Something was wrong. Actually, a lot was wrong.
First, all of these dragons looked shocked. Shaken. Also, the snake was still here. And - Warden's hind, what happened to the Imperial? She looked awful, even more shaken.
"The hell?" Halss muttered. She probably would have said it louder and more venomously, but she was hesitant. She missed something. She wasn't completely sure what it was, but the time to ask questions wasn't now. Her voice did portray some degree of worry.
The Wildclaw scaled the tree with some degree of difficulty, her short arms and heavily clawed legs not used to having to navigate branches. Muttering an array of disgruntled curses under her breath, she was able to eventually push herself near to the top, standing on a branch she was confident would be able to support her as she got ready. Beak clacking together, she spread her wings, taking a small breath. It was then that she could barely fathom the steps to flying, but trusted that muscle memory would kick in.
Without another moment to let herself hesitate, Halss took a few brisk steps and jumped. She plummeted, of course, but it only took her a moment before her wings caught air, and she pumped. She miraculously was able to halt her desecent, but her direction swerved the the left, nearly plunging her into a nose-dive.
Her breath quick, the Wildclaw pumped a few more times, but her body always seemed to be pushed slightly to the left, like it was her right wing that was holding her up. It only took a few moments for her to figure the equation out - two left beats and a right beat. The membrane on her left wing was patchier than on her right, and wasn't able to pick up air as easily.
She flew in circles for a few moments, and ecstatic feeling rising in her. She could fly. Yeah, it was draining and choppier than she remembered, but she could keep herself up.
She raised her head to spot the Ridgeback's head, and began winging herself that way. What where they all waiting on? It shouldn't have taken this long to either be killed by a snake, or to kill a snake.
A few moments later, Halss was hovering above the group, and began descending just off to the side, a small, content grin on her face. But as soon as her claws touched the ground, it began to fade off. Something was wrong. Actually, a lot was wrong.
First, all of these dragons looked shocked. Shaken. Also, the snake was still here. And - Warden's hind, what happened to the Imperial? She looked awful, even more shaken.
"The hell?" Halss muttered. She probably would have said it louder and more venomously, but she was hesitant. She missed something. She wasn't completely sure what it was, but the time to ask questions wasn't now. Her voice did portray some degree of worry.
"Huh. Well that solves that." Archimedes muttered as Halss re-entered the clearing. He hadn't noticed the wildclaw fly before, and her awkward wing beats suggested that she had an old injury.
Unfortunately, this meant that there was no reason to leave the awkward confrontation. He sighed and straightened his neck and shoulders, and looked pointedly at the Serthis.
"Tokal-sen. We agree to refrain from harming you without provocation, if you agree to surrender as our prisoner until you are judged in a fair trial by a neutral party." He had no idea where they'd find a neutral party, but he was sure they'd happen upon a clan in their travels.
"The terms of punishment, should you be found guilty, will be discussed at the time of the trial. You will abandon your armies at this time, and seeing as you cannot fly, you will be bound and carried. Do you peacefully agree to the terms?" He asked, his voice gentle, but his posture defensive.
"Huh. Well that solves that." Archimedes muttered as Halss re-entered the clearing. He hadn't noticed the wildclaw fly before, and her awkward wing beats suggested that she had an old injury.
Unfortunately, this meant that there was no reason to leave the awkward confrontation. He sighed and straightened his neck and shoulders, and looked pointedly at the Serthis.
"Tokal-sen. We agree to refrain from harming you without provocation, if you agree to surrender as our prisoner until you are judged in a fair trial by a neutral party." He had no idea where they'd find a neutral party, but he was sure they'd happen upon a clan in their travels.
"The terms of punishment, should you be found guilty, will be discussed at the time of the trial. You will abandon your armies at this time, and seeing as you cannot fly, you will be bound and carried. Do you peacefully agree to the terms?" He asked, his voice gentle, but his posture defensive.
The guardian gasped as Myrrylen was hit by both attacks from her companions, Hera flinching lightly at the marks in her body. She put a little less weight into Tokal-Sen for a minute, intending to go in the imperial's direction. Quickly realized her own mistake though, she pressed against her prisoner with a little more strenght. She growled lightly at Tokal-Sen, wanting to make her point across.
Hera kept her eyes glued on the serthis, listening carefully to the others' input on the whole situation. She froze at Franklin's comment though, eyes meeting Tokal-Sen's. That again? Before this, there was Meri, who asked her for help in his revenge. Now, Franklin too wanted her to finish the job. The guardian stopped, staring at the creature that was under her. Maybe she still had some good inside her, and that made her whole body freeze.
"Our prisoner", "Keep her as a prisoner" that made the guardian shiver, past memories hitting her like a sledgehammer. The time where she was bound like an animal until she agreed with his terms and the humiliation she felt everyday returning once more. The guardian lifted her head, mouth shut in a tight line. It was wrong, and it didn't feel right. But if not keeping her captive, what else would they could do with her? Tokal-Sen designed own doom, and differently from Hera, she did something to deserve it.
She really needed to stop feeling empathetic for everyone.
The guardian remained silent, a strange feeling crawling inside of her. The whole group seemed to agree that she had to be taken as a prisoner, her insides shifting with the strange felling despite her own conclusions. The female frowned in the end, the group was probably right.
The guardian gasped as Myrrylen was hit by both attacks from her companions, Hera flinching lightly at the marks in her body. She put a little less weight into Tokal-Sen for a minute, intending to go in the imperial's direction. Quickly realized her own mistake though, she pressed against her prisoner with a little more strenght. She growled lightly at Tokal-Sen, wanting to make her point across.
Hera kept her eyes glued on the serthis, listening carefully to the others' input on the whole situation. She froze at Franklin's comment though, eyes meeting Tokal-Sen's. That again? Before this, there was Meri, who asked her for help in his revenge. Now, Franklin too wanted her to finish the job. The guardian stopped, staring at the creature that was under her. Maybe she still had some good inside her, and that made her whole body freeze.
"Our prisoner", "Keep her as a prisoner" that made the guardian shiver, past memories hitting her like a sledgehammer. The time where she was bound like an animal until she agreed with his terms and the humiliation she felt everyday returning once more. The guardian lifted her head, mouth shut in a tight line. It was wrong, and it didn't feel right. But if not keeping her captive, what else would they could do with her? Tokal-Sen designed own doom, and differently from Hera, she did something to deserve it.
She really needed to stop feeling empathetic for everyone.
The guardian remained silent, a strange feeling crawling inside of her. The whole group seemed to agree that she had to be taken as a prisoner, her insides shifting with the strange felling despite her own conclusions. The female frowned in the end, the group was probably right.
