Oh thank, Tyveth, Her fingers relaxed from around her sword. The man before her was not one she wanted to be on the opposite side of, but she would do what she felt was right no matter the cost. It did make her foolish, a knight willing to suffer and die for scum such as the one upon the ground simply because she did not see it right that he be tortured and die slowly and painfully. Alevadra was foolish sometimes, she’d become caught up in the moment and her moral compass had guided her. Luckily, her words seemed to strike a chord within Vanator.
Brown eyes shifted to Reven for a moment. “Once this matter,” She motioned to the whimpering man upon the ground. “Is dealt with… Then yes, we can sort out the wound, no point in tending to it till all threats are taken care of.” Her attention shifted from Vanator to Reven for a moment before the other woman spoke up. Surprisingly, it sounded as if Reven was to let him go, however, the look in her eyes held an intensity that screamed to Ale—this man was not leaving.
Reven wanted them to go back to the road, Ale simply nodded. “You know how to get us if you need us,” The woman whistled and called out for Wynn before slowly hobbling back towards the road where the other body lay, his blood soaking into the dirt road. The knight was back upon the road when the screaming started, and within a bell, it was silenced. Dead, as he was meant to be, perhaps not as clean as Ale would have wanted, but whatever Reven did was faster than burning alive. There were other sounds that followed, feral sounds, beastly sounds. The Druva paused for a moment, considering what he was hearing.. An… animal?
It clicked within her mind rather suddenly; there were all the clues and hints as to what Reven was other than a lovely young woman. She was a Kelvic. Brown eyes shifted to Vanator as her fingers let go of Wynn’s reins. Surely he was well aware of that little tidbit already. Reven would have fetched quite the price as a slave. The knight attempted to ignore the sounds from the space they had just left as her fingers slipped over the slick leather buckles of her armor. Wynn wined and paced uncomfortably for a moment before a small click from Ale settled the stallion.
A moment of silent passed before from the tall grasses a cougar appeared, the warm tan fur matted and clumped with blood of pieces of… Well, Bren. Ale froze in place, her breast plate half undone as she met the golden eyes of the creature. Her heart felt caught up in her throat as the cat moved, finally spitting out what it held in it’s mouth.
A heart. “Well, that’s unsettling.” Alevadra said rather bluntly, even the knight seemed surprised by her words. It was an automatic response. At least the slaver was dealt with, even if the method was not… Quite to Alevadra’s tastes. The method of punishment was not as cruel as burning him alive, so at least Ale could sleep half-way decently knowing that.
Alevadra felt her stomach clench as brown eyes averted from the little organ, her fingers returning to the buckles about her side before finally pulling the metal from her small frame and letting it clatter to the ground. Her attention turned to her side and a frown instantly tainted her face. “This was my favorite tunic,” She muttered with a sigh, pulling the sliced fabric open to look at the wound. It wasn’t all that deep and the flow of blood had lessened, there were chunks of thick blood where the clotting had begun.
“Think just some pressure and wrapping will do it? The idea of getting sewn up like a fancy dress is… Not something I’m looking to have.” Ale asked, glancing between Vanator and the cougar—Not that Reven could do anything at that very moment other than lick the wound.
Brown eyes shifted to Reven for a moment. “Once this matter,” She motioned to the whimpering man upon the ground. “Is dealt with… Then yes, we can sort out the wound, no point in tending to it till all threats are taken care of.” Her attention shifted from Vanator to Reven for a moment before the other woman spoke up. Surprisingly, it sounded as if Reven was to let him go, however, the look in her eyes held an intensity that screamed to Ale—this man was not leaving.
Reven wanted them to go back to the road, Ale simply nodded. “You know how to get us if you need us,” The woman whistled and called out for Wynn before slowly hobbling back towards the road where the other body lay, his blood soaking into the dirt road. The knight was back upon the road when the screaming started, and within a bell, it was silenced. Dead, as he was meant to be, perhaps not as clean as Ale would have wanted, but whatever Reven did was faster than burning alive. There were other sounds that followed, feral sounds, beastly sounds. The Druva paused for a moment, considering what he was hearing.. An… animal?
It clicked within her mind rather suddenly; there were all the clues and hints as to what Reven was other than a lovely young woman. She was a Kelvic. Brown eyes shifted to Vanator as her fingers let go of Wynn’s reins. Surely he was well aware of that little tidbit already. Reven would have fetched quite the price as a slave. The knight attempted to ignore the sounds from the space they had just left as her fingers slipped over the slick leather buckles of her armor. Wynn wined and paced uncomfortably for a moment before a small click from Ale settled the stallion.
A moment of silent passed before from the tall grasses a cougar appeared, the warm tan fur matted and clumped with blood of pieces of… Well, Bren. Ale froze in place, her breast plate half undone as she met the golden eyes of the creature. Her heart felt caught up in her throat as the cat moved, finally spitting out what it held in it’s mouth.
A heart. “Well, that’s unsettling.” Alevadra said rather bluntly, even the knight seemed surprised by her words. It was an automatic response. At least the slaver was dealt with, even if the method was not… Quite to Alevadra’s tastes. The method of punishment was not as cruel as burning him alive, so at least Ale could sleep half-way decently knowing that.
Alevadra felt her stomach clench as brown eyes averted from the little organ, her fingers returning to the buckles about her side before finally pulling the metal from her small frame and letting it clatter to the ground. Her attention turned to her side and a frown instantly tainted her face. “This was my favorite tunic,” She muttered with a sigh, pulling the sliced fabric open to look at the wound. It wasn’t all that deep and the flow of blood had lessened, there were chunks of thick blood where the clotting had begun.
“Think just some pressure and wrapping will do it? The idea of getting sewn up like a fancy dress is… Not something I’m looking to have.” Ale asked, glancing between Vanator and the cougar—Not that Reven could do anything at that very moment other than lick the wound.
