Kahn'a awoke in the dark. Had he... forgotten how to open his eyes? Confused, he blinked. Once, twice. Still nothing. It was odd. He did not remember experiencing nothingness made of black and silence. Was he dead?
Ouch!
No, no this pain was very sharp and very real. The Miqo'te tried to get his bearings, almost losing balance when he turned his head left and right. His head was still heavy, and he felt even more surprised to be somehow kept relatively still. It was in this instant that he became conscious of his binds. Different than the chains but just as restraining. Vainly, he struggled in his chair, embracing the insane hope of breaking free.
Were was he? Why was it dark? Kahn'a flared his nostrils to get a taste of the air. Warm dusty air. No doubt, he was still in Thalanan. But where?
Calm down, they need you to talk. You're safe.
But even reason only managed to dim the growing concern of the Keeper. His hunter was unknown to him, but for the great brotherhood he belonged to. Kahn'a belonged to it too. Still?
He had little time to let his mind whirl. A flash of light blinded him and instinctively, he tried to shield his eyes from it with hands. Again, it barely shook the chair. Kahn'a glared at the people dragging themselves to him.
The room. The chair. It was a setting he knew, and a little too well. It was meant to be an interrogation. A drop of sweat pearled on his forehead. This was uncomfortable. And it probably was going to get worse. Silently, he watched the "lady".
Put some sodding emotion when you bow before someone. Your kind knows not humility, I can see it.
Extending a weak smirk, the Keeper looked back at her. He took some time to settle his mood, aggressivity would not yield him much.
"You're sorely mistaken."
Ouch!
No, no this pain was very sharp and very real. The Miqo'te tried to get his bearings, almost losing balance when he turned his head left and right. His head was still heavy, and he felt even more surprised to be somehow kept relatively still. It was in this instant that he became conscious of his binds. Different than the chains but just as restraining. Vainly, he struggled in his chair, embracing the insane hope of breaking free.
Were was he? Why was it dark? Kahn'a flared his nostrils to get a taste of the air. Warm dusty air. No doubt, he was still in Thalanan. But where?
Calm down, they need you to talk. You're safe.
But even reason only managed to dim the growing concern of the Keeper. His hunter was unknown to him, but for the great brotherhood he belonged to. Kahn'a belonged to it too. Still?
He had little time to let his mind whirl. A flash of light blinded him and instinctively, he tried to shield his eyes from it with hands. Again, it barely shook the chair. Kahn'a glared at the people dragging themselves to him.
The room. The chair. It was a setting he knew, and a little too well. It was meant to be an interrogation. A drop of sweat pearled on his forehead. This was uncomfortable. And it probably was going to get worse. Silently, he watched the "lady".
Put some sodding emotion when you bow before someone. Your kind knows not humility, I can see it.
Extending a weak smirk, the Keeper looked back at her. He took some time to settle his mood, aggressivity would not yield him much.
"You're sorely mistaken."
