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Ilsa, Titania
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Aug 29, 2013 09:06AM
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((In Fiera's Wing:
Drax wrote: "He seized her wrist, pulling off the cursed ring, as he was the one who put it there, and replacing it with a different one. A slave ring, if you will. One that bound her to his will. It too, could only be removed by him.))
Drax wrote: "He seized her wrist, pulling off the cursed ring, as he was the one who put it there, and replacing it with a different one. A slave ring, if you will. One that bound her to his will. It too, could only be removed by him.))
((Sorry, I gtg soon.))
Melissa came down and chained Lena to the inside of one of the cages. "Just wait. He'll be down soon."
Melissa came down and chained Lena to the inside of one of the cages. "Just wait. He'll be down soon."
Lena struggled in the shadows, trying to escape. The shadows had wrapped themselves around her mouth, so she couldn't speak.
Lena scowled. "I highly doubt that I won't try." She spat.
"I hate you and this place." Lena said, hate in her voice.
"I know. Saying it doesn't mean that it's going to turn this place into Minas Tirith or me into a unicorn bearing gifts, though."
"You suck. Just go away." Lena said sighing. The only thing on her mind was Drax.
She nodded and left to call Sauron. Goodness, this job was gloomy. She was nice enough, sort of perky, even, and all they did was complain. She sighed.
((Sauron. Your Sauron, dunga. Jk.))
((Hex is looking for Sauron. Hex's wing))
Lena cried out in pain. "Please!" She screamed.
Melissa winced. Mental pain, that was her area, but when things got bloody... she didn't like tormenting people using weapons. She was much more subtle. She wiped some blood from her cheek as Sauron whipped Lena's back.
Lena kept crying. Her dress was torn, and the each whip hurt worse than the first.
Melissa spoke, looking at Sauron. "I wouldn't have expected you to be so... weak." He held his Palantir in hand. "We've already found him, and seeing this in his head, he should be on his way all ready."
Lena glared at him. She held up her hand. "When I've got this on I can't do anything about it!" She screamed.
"To let me know what?! That your going to kill him?! I know!" Lena yelled.
"Best you know your part, rather than live in ignorance." There was actually some pity in her voice.
They heard a shout from above, in the entrance hall. "He's here." Melissa warned, positioning the trap.
"I hate you both." Lena spat. When Sauron left she curled up in a ball, in the corner of her cell.
Lena was crying, bloodied and bruised, sprawled out on the floor.
They were in a cell, not a cage, and the door was reinforced. The attackers would focus on getting in, but while they were, they'd be surrounded.
Damian charged the door. "Iron fist of the sky dragon!" he roared, striking it with the extra magical power.
"This is all my fault." Lena said choking at the last part.
Fiera took Pallando's staff from her back and pointed it at the door. It burst into flames.
Melissa jumped back at both the attacks. "He has fire magic with him. I didn't think that girl he tortured would want to help him."
Melissa jumped back at both the attacks. "He has fire magic with him. I didn't think that girl he tortured would want to help him."
Morgan ushered them back, seeing that it was still there. "ROAR OF THE IRON DRAGON!!!" he bellowed, watching metal filaments tear it to shreds.
Lena groaned, rolling on her side into the light. Her dress was torn, and she still had whipping marks. They would scar.
Darkness seeped out of the room. It was pitch black, and all the lights went out. Fiera tried to light a fireball, but the darkness seemed to choke the flame, weakening it.
Morgan began to glow, white scales beginning to cover his skin. The white dragon form. Her polar opposite.((I'm making him my primary charrie for a bit.))
((Okay))
Melissa laughed. "Where did you find this crew?" The voice was everywhere, and no where. "A dragon. A dragon boy -which is bizzare, just in my opinion. The fire mage -oh! The fifth mage. Pallando's apprentice. That makes sense. And of course, Drax."
Melissa laughed. "Where did you find this crew?" The voice was everywhere, and no where. "A dragon. A dragon boy -which is bizzare, just in my opinion. The fire mage -oh! The fifth mage. Pallando's apprentice. That makes sense. And of course, Drax."
"I can smell you," Morgan hissed, eyes narrowing. She was taking away the light. His food supply. He didn't like it when his food was taken. "SHOW YOURSELF!"




