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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 8:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:09 am
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"You know, I bet I'm better with a bow than you are. Shall we put it to the test in the practice area?" Anja didn't know if he would take the bait. She was betting not.
"These shackles aren't needed. I will not run, you spared my life, for now. I am indebted to you, and I always repay my debts" she gave a dramatic bow, "But of course, you don't see it that way."
Anja crossed her arms in front of herself and got serious, "Yes I know. No fooling around, no talking out of turn, right? No wandering off, that would also get me killed in here. I'm in enemy territory, I'm not stupid." She held herself to stop from shaking. At least she wasn't in immediate danger, "Shall we ride out today. This place is getting stuffy." she smelled the air and recoiled, "What they hell is that smell? It smells like one of your men has a stomach ache and took it out of the ground, literally." she had to plug up her nose
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 11:52 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 11:59 am
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"I wasn't aiming for you. If I was, you wouldn't be here. You never saw those arrows coming." Anja was quite proud of herself for that, "Ah the capital, I've been on the outskirts before but not in the city. No matter where I go, they all know I'm not human. I think its the hair and the fact that my eyes glow when I'm agitated, or riled up."
Anja shook her body and kept up the face that was in shock but still knowing she was going to die. It was a sad, but brave face. Anja followed Tousa with her head hung low. She only looked at his feet with a grim expression. She didn't look at anyone, didn't have to, to figure out they had really cruel expressions on their faces. She said nothing and did nothing but walk into the officer's quarters. They still weren't alone so she didn't break character. She stood and waited until he told her to do something, much to her dismay.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:18 pm
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Prince Tousa of Darinest
"Stand in the corner prisoner so you don't get in the way of others." It was a simple demand as Tousa walked towards a desk, not even bothering to look up to see if she did as she was told. Instead he had already drawn a quill out and ink, writing down something in haste.
An officer came up to Anja for a moment and looked her up and down. "Are you keeping her as a pet your highness?" The man asked, turning.
"No. Lycan are dangerous and feral things. I would not risk myself or my men for something as trivial as a pet. I'm keeping her alive to execute her in front of my father, the King of Darinest, the execution will relieve some of the tension in the court for my father at the very least. Political maneuvering is something that is just as important as strategy when it comes to war." Tousa stated, still writing away.
"The nobles would certainly appreciate it, the troops aren't happy with you right now though Prince Tousa, they were really looking forward to the display, it's not every day you see a Prince behead a creature." The officer stated, glancing back at Anja with a scowl and eyes filled with hatred.
"Like I said earlier, she is a woman before she is a beast, and she has acted nobly in the face of death. Do not insult my prisoner as she showed more discipline than the men outside. Think of the change in location as punishment for acting like a mob instead of like soldiers." Tousa looked up finally, glancing first to the officer, then to Anja before it was back to the officer. "I don't care if you have to beat your men into discipline, when I get back from the capital, I expect these men to be whipped back into a fighting force that would kill themselves if given the command to do so. You are dismissed Sir Borvel, and not another word from you or the other soldiers about my decision."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:30 pm
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Anja stood in the corner and looked up from the floor. She remained in control of herself, even as the officer looked her over. She puffed out her chest and held her head high. When he wasn't looking, she sneered at him, even stuck her tongue out. She would go back to normal each time he looked over at her until he was gone.
Did she really come off as feral? In a manner of speaking, yes she supposed she has. That was normal for her. Still, she had to give it to him. Keeping up a lie and appearances just so he wouldn't lose face over the fact that he couldn't kill a female who raised a few questions about his men.
"That was rather exciting to watch." Anja looked around the place while staying still, "Looks great in here. Do the decorating yourself?" she crossed her arms in front of her again. She got to see a few of the maps that were on the table. A lot of activity going on, and none near her den, thank the moon. They were safe, for now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:09 pm
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Prince Tousa of Darinest
"Considering you are a leader, or precious to someone who can give orders. No it is not surprising you can read or write. You are not the only group that strikes at our caravans either so I would not be surprised if it was a coordinated effort." Tousa stated before sliding the unfolded piece of paper over to the other side of the desk, not even bothering to stand. "When presenting letters to those of the court you make sure that there are no errors in what is written. This prevents any miscommunication from what was said to occur."
"As for the idea of whispering poison, you have set up an ideal situation for such a thing. We will be travelling with only the two of us, no one will know which route we will be taking, and my last known whereabouts will be here." He pointed at the map. "And our goal is here." He pointed to the capital. "Which is a few weeks worth of travel. Such a large area to off someone, or capture them, or whatever else you may or may not have been hired to do. The point is, I do not trust you or what you have said to me thus far."
Tousa took the candle and dribbled some wax into a small holding vessel which he then used to pour the wax onto the letter he was sending out to seal it, printing his seal against the cooling wax and waiting a few moments before pulling it away and giving a nod. It was a clear imprint of the ring, and one he was satisfied with.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:22 pm
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