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mapofstars2014-01-22 10:28 pm
arosewiththorns) wrote in mapofstars2014-01-22 10:28 pm
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They had failed. Massively fucked up even, and in ways that not even she could have seen. The worst she had seen, had they failed was death, trident holes through her torso and a broken sword in Dave's. She hadn't predicted being brushed aside so easily, as if they truly were ants to her, only to be dragged away battered and bruised, Rose tasting blood on her lips even as she screamed for her brother. She had fought as best she could but in the end they are merely humans and trolls have proven time and time again that they are physically stronger than them.
Now Rose lives in solitude, filled with dark stares and threatening thoughts. She's passed down, a trophy for the Empress' highest followers, looked upon with disgust and mocking. Finally she finds herself being settled in one place, possession of a troll with the title Orphaner, the name Dualscar whispered in mutters. Rose doesn't speak in response, the mix of English and Alternian harsh to her ears. Even if she fully understood it she wouldn't care to reply. Her captors deserved no voice from her and inside Rose seethed, wishing half for the mercy of death or the chance to try again.
In truth she is a little surprised at the finery she's placed in, a rich purple and gold array of silks, having expected to be left in the rags of her old clothes. But in turn it makes sense to her, she is in fact a trophy of sorts, a reminder that rebellions could be so easily crushed, and those who incited them would wish they had found death. Thin wrists twist in her golden shackles, Rose half starved as punishment and idly she reaches for her throat, presses her fingers to the golden collar wrapped around it. There's some sort of symbol set in there, she can feel the pattern of gems inlayed in the metal, but the lack of mirror means she cannot make it out. Sharp points, running in what she assumes is parallel, and she drops her hands and stares dead at the wall.
And in the darkness, Rose waits.
Now Rose lives in solitude, filled with dark stares and threatening thoughts. She's passed down, a trophy for the Empress' highest followers, looked upon with disgust and mocking. Finally she finds herself being settled in one place, possession of a troll with the title Orphaner, the name Dualscar whispered in mutters. Rose doesn't speak in response, the mix of English and Alternian harsh to her ears. Even if she fully understood it she wouldn't care to reply. Her captors deserved no voice from her and inside Rose seethed, wishing half for the mercy of death or the chance to try again.
In truth she is a little surprised at the finery she's placed in, a rich purple and gold array of silks, having expected to be left in the rags of her old clothes. But in turn it makes sense to her, she is in fact a trophy of sorts, a reminder that rebellions could be so easily crushed, and those who incited them would wish they had found death. Thin wrists twist in her golden shackles, Rose half starved as punishment and idly she reaches for her throat, presses her fingers to the golden collar wrapped around it. There's some sort of symbol set in there, she can feel the pattern of gems inlayed in the metal, but the lack of mirror means she cannot make it out. Sharp points, running in what she assumes is parallel, and she drops her hands and stares dead at the wall.
And in the darkness, Rose waits.
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She does laugh at that, a dark little chuckle and Rose moves forward, skirts sweeping over the floor. With him sitting she almost feels taller than him, but she is still a small woman, and he a beast of a troll and even sitting there is no true difference. She hears the order and his tone and she almost seems to obey, stopping millimetres away, half between his legs and her tone drops, eyes half lidded as she studies him. "Though I suppose he may find it difficult to talk after that fantastic demonstration I gave him. What do you think?"