by Elias Caldera on June 13th, 2014, 5:37 pm
Fury melted into fear, fear shuddered into panic, and all within a racing heartbeat, suddenly his arrogant chaktawe wasn't so sure of herself anymore. There was a triumphant satisfaction to be found in that moment, knowing that with only a few well placed words and movements he could decimate a person as ostensibly willful like the black eyed woman now desperately thrashing under his grasp. Her curses had quickly faltered from the feeble attempt at common she had attempted before to a new, more exotic language Elias was certain belonged solely to her people. With the threats and the foul language she was no doubt lathering him with through her indecipherable tongue, there came more physical resistance as well. Arms flailing, legs wheeling, and a general motion of determined escape that saw it's admirable attempts fail and fall short under the tightening grip of the Ravokian. He was glad then that he had thought to take precaution with her, and not let himself be drawn into the banter of words and wit she surely would have preferred. She was as strong, much like the depthless fire in her dark eyes had attested to, much like the temperate sea of muscles upon her figure had testified upon first glance. For all that, her struggling may as well have been a spoiled child's against a exasperated parent, hopeless. With his knee between her, Elias locked himself into place, pushing the entirety of his weight against her to the point that she might as well have been fighting the tree for all the good it did. He heaved back upon the manacles that threatened to tangle in her short raven hair, pulling it to a point it went from uncomfortable to perfectly painful. All in all, he refused, even against her ferocious protest, to relent. There was no escaping a Caldera once they had you in their vices, Elias made certain she would come to understand this fact all too well.
Yet still she persisted, undaunted in her indignation. She squirmed and writhed for her freedom, causing nothing but an unavoidable tension between pressed bodies. It begot an excitement in the young man, that while undeniable if he was to be sincere, perhaps drew on his self control a bit too far for his liking. Besides -he threw a devious, knowing glance at the wolf still carefully watching them- that wasn't what he was here for. None the less, the wild and fearful thoughts of his quarry would no doubt be inflamed even further by this predicament, especially as Elias's free hand shot out from its resting place at his side and began to skate and slide across the exposed skin and cloth of her toiling form. He enjoyed the idea that she would be mulling over the worst as a stranger pinned and fondled her, come time, it would make influencing her thoughts all the more easier.
While he may have taken certain liberties with his dangerously wandering hands, the endeavor wasn't one of savage hedonism, but instead calculated forethought -at least he liked to think it was. The dagger the woman had revealed had been troubling to say the least, and the idea that she could, at anytime, pull something else on him while he transported her first to shore, then to city, worried him greatly. His hands searched out all her possessions, tearing them from her with unabated ease and shamelessness. He may have fancied her fighting spirit, but that didn't mean he was going to let her plunge a blade in his back because of it.
As his hands went to work diligently grabbing, groping, pinching and squeezing, so to did the the hypnotist meddle with his djed. With no restraint to speak of, the arcana flowed to life, eager and burning with an intensity that demanded its use. First he guided it to his eyes, a faint shimmer in their brown irises hinting at the auristics now firmly a hold of his vision. There weren't very many places the chaktawe could have hidden something from him, but still, he had already demonstrated how useful it was to be vigilant. He enhanced eyesight scanned her up and down, searching out the faint aura that might have been distinguishable against the foreground of her own. He found nothing however, and soon he let he magic die away. With their obtrusiveness also at an end, Elias allowed his hands to fall away, content he had found everything left to her person. As they did so however, more djed seeped hungrily from his simmering aura of blue, to hers of burning, enraged orange. As the power began to work its way into her mind, Elias shaped the first thoughts he yearned to implant.
I can't win.
I can't beat him, not like this.
I need to calm down and figure this out.
Let him think he's won for now.
I'll have a chance that way.
Each idea was thrown at the woman with even intervals, Elias punctuating each one with an obscene and cruel action against her. While sterile and impotent on their own, flung into the bubbling cauldron that was a threatened and panicked mind, they would have eventually appeared like beacons of light in an otherwise gloomy and terribly bleak future. The hypnotist had since grown exceedingly confident in his ability, even if it was in its admittedly infant stages. Thanks to Redd, he had quickly and pridefully grasped many of the inner workings behind the talent that had escaped him for the longest time. It was why, instead of forcing a feeling of complacence upon her, or trying and strangle her with a theory submissiveness that would never knowingly find its way to the forefront of her thoughts, Elias opted to simply introduce a series of interpretations, that while in the beginning may have seemed unthinkable, would eventually develop and mature into something more logical and acceptable to the feisty foreigner. He waited impatiently to see how the woman would react to his mental manipulation, but his inaction as he did so would likely elicit a level of suspicion from her that the hypnotist very much did not need interfering with her clear and practical line of thinking.
The mage turned to the kelvic besides them, his commanding brown gaze catching her attention alone. Chuckling inwardly, he began to wonder if in observing all this she had in anyway grown, if only a tad bit, jealous at all? He pushed the amusement aside however, and instead steadied his voice to address her. "Were heading back to the outpost. I'd prefer to find a way that didn't lead back through the front entrance. Do you think you can take us around and get us in, out of view of the guards?" Elias very much disdained the prospect of having to explain to the unfortunate master who he had left behind at the outpost as to why he was stealing his slave, and that no, he couldn't give a petch about the troubles of a man who couldn't even handle his property. An embarrassment was what that fool was. What if this savage had hurt more than him in her escape, then it would have been the steel boot and bladed edge of the ebonstryfe the two of them would be dealing with, a fate much crueler than the one Elias presented. Truly, Elias was a kind and generous slaver. He suppressed another wicked smile.
He turned his attention back on the runaway slave now, hopefully at that point some cognition of his suggestions taking root with her. "Listen slave, this ends one of two ways. The way you don't want it to, or the way I do." If she was calm and purposefully kowtowed enough, he would pluck her from the bark of the tree she had been sorely grinding against. "I hope we have an understanding."
With a shove and a secure hand upon her arm, he bid his prey march.
