This beastman was a shrewd being, she could tell that even her most genuine performance wasn't convincing him completely and fear slithered more tightly around her heart. He would know, he would find out, he would-
The cries from behind her erupted, first S'imba's whom had flicked his tail and then the more convinced one of the Lalafell, she couldn't recall his name off the top of her head but his own was completely genuine. He'd been bound and had no way of knowing her plan, if that was what had to be then that was what had to be, she would deal with his ire later when it came. If it came. She shivered again at the unknown, if they weren't going to kill them then what could they possibly want from them, she dulled her shudders and glanced up. She had to focus, had to keep playing the part, sharp blinks and some focus brought tears to her eyes as she projected a sob, "I'm sorry" she choked at the others and brought her hand to cover her mouth as though in shame.
Part of her worried that the Hyur had gone the direction she'd pointed but that worry was short lived as another more powerful Ixal spoke up the hill, one who had been silent until now. Her look upward brought her violet gaze to his figure and dread seeped through her, his power was in his figure but also in the way the others obeyed and the timbre with which he spoke. Here was an Ixal that she knew wouldn't buy her half truths should she come face to face with him and her mouth dried as she curled slightly away from his direction. His words however inspired hope, someone was following them, and if someone was following them then there was still hope that help would come. Surely whoever it was would recognize what was happening and send for help, just as the Hyur would if they reached their destination. She had to believe that.
The crack of a fist sent her head down quickly but it appeared the wrath of Nezul was towards his inability to pursue his prey and thankfully not herself...for now. Hands balling in her lap she stayed silent, only peeking through her lashes to watch the scouts head in her misdirection, hopefully there would be nothing for them to find on that particular trail. A shuddering breath later she offered out her hands without complaint, there would be time to struggle later but for now they needed to stay as safe as they could and she glanced up to S'imba with that slightly pleading expression once more. Briefly her eyes moved towards Rurutani as well but he couldn't see her and so she could only hope that he'd do nothing rash, he hadn't to this point so she had faith in the man's survival instinct for the moment.
The cries from behind her erupted, first S'imba's whom had flicked his tail and then the more convinced one of the Lalafell, she couldn't recall his name off the top of her head but his own was completely genuine. He'd been bound and had no way of knowing her plan, if that was what had to be then that was what had to be, she would deal with his ire later when it came. If it came. She shivered again at the unknown, if they weren't going to kill them then what could they possibly want from them, she dulled her shudders and glanced up. She had to focus, had to keep playing the part, sharp blinks and some focus brought tears to her eyes as she projected a sob, "I'm sorry" she choked at the others and brought her hand to cover her mouth as though in shame.
Part of her worried that the Hyur had gone the direction she'd pointed but that worry was short lived as another more powerful Ixal spoke up the hill, one who had been silent until now. Her look upward brought her violet gaze to his figure and dread seeped through her, his power was in his figure but also in the way the others obeyed and the timbre with which he spoke. Here was an Ixal that she knew wouldn't buy her half truths should she come face to face with him and her mouth dried as she curled slightly away from his direction. His words however inspired hope, someone was following them, and if someone was following them then there was still hope that help would come. Surely whoever it was would recognize what was happening and send for help, just as the Hyur would if they reached their destination. She had to believe that.
The crack of a fist sent her head down quickly but it appeared the wrath of Nezul was towards his inability to pursue his prey and thankfully not herself...for now. Hands balling in her lap she stayed silent, only peeking through her lashes to watch the scouts head in her misdirection, hopefully there would be nothing for them to find on that particular trail. A shuddering breath later she offered out her hands without complaint, there would be time to struggle later but for now they needed to stay as safe as they could and she glanced up to S'imba with that slightly pleading expression once more. Briefly her eyes moved towards Rurutani as well but he couldn't see her and so she could only hope that he'd do nothing rash, he hadn't to this point so she had faith in the man's survival instinct for the moment.
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