((Cause I'm feeling creative today))
Not too long ago the sounds of pleasure and pain filled the cave. The former slave girl Lina was dead asleep and he made no effort to even look in the direction of the black haired Hyur girl that had shot him. He had quickly left Yangh after their 'exercise'. His back was on fire from the thousands of glass pieces that had dug into his back. The bard carefully and silently walked to the back of the cave where the stream of water was. Yangh could be creative whenever they were in throes of passion. To be fair she had given him warning that tonight he would be hers. He hated her but at the same time found it hard to resist her.
The type of relationship they had was disturbing and hard to understand. Pyralis began to tend to his wounds on as his back as best as he could. Has it been hours already? How long were we at it? The bard thought grimacing as he tended to his wounds. He told himself this would be the last time he give in to Yangh's allure, to her pull. If they survived everything, he would never see her again. The bard was good at avoiding people although Yangh was just as good at finding people. The reality of their situation had set in. Aurifort had Sarah and most likely if she wasn't dead he would have broken her.
Pyralis frowned and splashed some water on his face. Should I care that he has her? She told me to die...she told me she never wanted to see me. Pyralis thought but felt guilty after. They were all in this situation because of him. The slave girl Lina that was traveling with Yangh, that was on him. Sarah being captured, was on him. Instead of trying to put an end to Aurifort and the master's business all those years ago he ran. The memories of his past continued to haunt him as he ran a hand through his hair.Â
Lina slept quietly and her brands had stopped bleeding. Pyralis could feel the burning on his cheeks and forehead although he did not have brands. Blood for Blood, Pyralis thought remembering he had taken away Lina's pain and given it to himself. Aside from the pain which was actually quite painful, Lina was able to glimpse briefly at his past, his memories. Something the bard had hoped would not happen. He sat gently with his back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling and grimaced from the pain. He would work with Yangh to get Sarah, he would obey her and all her commands for now.Â
Hopefully her hunger is sated for now...although if it wasn't.Pyralis found himself grinning but shook his head. He had to get his mind focused on the challenge up ahead. Infiltrating the stronghold, healing his wounds, healing the groups wounds, and thinking how to deal with Aurifort and the Tower. The Elezen would be ready for them, that much he knew. How they would deal with it, he did not. The bard let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Hopefully he could catch some sleep.
Not too long ago the sounds of pleasure and pain filled the cave. The former slave girl Lina was dead asleep and he made no effort to even look in the direction of the black haired Hyur girl that had shot him. He had quickly left Yangh after their 'exercise'. His back was on fire from the thousands of glass pieces that had dug into his back. The bard carefully and silently walked to the back of the cave where the stream of water was. Yangh could be creative whenever they were in throes of passion. To be fair she had given him warning that tonight he would be hers. He hated her but at the same time found it hard to resist her.
The type of relationship they had was disturbing and hard to understand. Pyralis began to tend to his wounds on as his back as best as he could. Has it been hours already? How long were we at it? The bard thought grimacing as he tended to his wounds. He told himself this would be the last time he give in to Yangh's allure, to her pull. If they survived everything, he would never see her again. The bard was good at avoiding people although Yangh was just as good at finding people. The reality of their situation had set in. Aurifort had Sarah and most likely if she wasn't dead he would have broken her.
Pyralis frowned and splashed some water on his face. Should I care that he has her? She told me to die...she told me she never wanted to see me. Pyralis thought but felt guilty after. They were all in this situation because of him. The slave girl Lina that was traveling with Yangh, that was on him. Sarah being captured, was on him. Instead of trying to put an end to Aurifort and the master's business all those years ago he ran. The memories of his past continued to haunt him as he ran a hand through his hair.Â
Lina slept quietly and her brands had stopped bleeding. Pyralis could feel the burning on his cheeks and forehead although he did not have brands. Blood for Blood, Pyralis thought remembering he had taken away Lina's pain and given it to himself. Aside from the pain which was actually quite painful, Lina was able to glimpse briefly at his past, his memories. Something the bard had hoped would not happen. He sat gently with his back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling and grimaced from the pain. He would work with Yangh to get Sarah, he would obey her and all her commands for now.Â
Hopefully her hunger is sated for now...although if it wasn't.Pyralis found himself grinning but shook his head. He had to get his mind focused on the challenge up ahead. Infiltrating the stronghold, healing his wounds, healing the groups wounds, and thinking how to deal with Aurifort and the Tower. The Elezen would be ready for them, that much he knew. How they would deal with it, he did not. The bard let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Hopefully he could catch some sleep.
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
