Wild Dance of Wit (CLOSED)

[Jotari]

It had worked. Every movement, every expression, had all been a part of her scheme. Black Star and Jahanarwa were the same person, yet two sides of one personality. This was a strange thing for the personalities to mesh, but they had done so. Jahanarwa has used beauty and pity, Black Star had used cunning and acting. Neither personality felt any pity on Rashok's head, this woman was simply acting a part to escape. It was working too. But the game was not finished, not yet. But this was certainly a credit to her acting skills.

Perhaps in some part of her heart there was a small bit of pity, but not for this creature before her. No, the pity was for the boy she had known years ago. This man was a killer, a ticking time bomb. But her tone remained laced with pity and almost kindness. " How pray tell will you accomplish this incredible feat? Get me out of the dungeon area and trust me, I can make it safely back to my people. Though I suppose they are also your people, aren't they?" No, though she continued her perfect charade she knew that the people of Kai, the Grellon, would never again accept Rashok as their leader. They had a leader, Black Star. True in all honesty she was not of true royal blood. Kasheem had found her on a hunting trip in Ellsinora years ago, after a fire has destroyed and killed her parents. The fire had been started by Muratian guards, searching for the sky gem. She had simply been able to blend in with royal life, but had never quite faded into that sort of thing. Always keeping a wild untamed spirit.

But this would be dealt with another time. Now she waited to see what plan he created, if any. She would allow him to help her, but only to a point. She would never lead him back to the Grellon. Most likely she would head directly for Kiyer and send word of her safety. But she had to be on the other side of these walls first.

[hobbit]

The man’s eyes flashed as she spoke; her words seemed to mock him, though her tone said otherwise. It was not all she said, however, that angered Rashok. What had become a thorn in his pad was the mentioning of the Grellon being his people. However much he loved the woman before him, she had transformed his people into something he had never wanted to see them become. The man may be a sadistic being, but he had never craved to see his people transformed into thieves, and that was what the Grellon were. This was why the anger was in his eyes, the snarl playing on his mouth, “My people were not thieves- are not thieves,” he snapped.

Calming himself once more, the man let out a sigh. The key he had been holding suddenly flew through the air, landing right at the woman’s feet. “I will return in ten minutes or so. Keep the keys hidden, though I doubt anyone will enter. I will throw something in for you. You’ll know what to do with it. Use the key to get out of your cell,” Rashok muttered before turning and walking out of the cell. There was a second set of keys hanging on the wall and he used them to lock the cell door behind him, before placing them on the hook next to the wall once more. One might suppose that suspicion would arise if only one set of keys was present, but Rashok was known for wandering off with the keys.

Rashok paused before walking down the halls. The woman he had left in the dungeon may be a good actress, but Rashok was decent enough to pass people by without making them suspicious. Instead of returning to the throne room, the man’s steps eventually led him to the quarters of one of the cooks. He knew that the woman would be in the kitchen, preparing food or cleaning, and therefore did not bother to knock before entering her chamber. The cook’s room was a simple as a barn, but Rashok knew that even simple women had their treasures.

Given the size of the room, there was very little space to hide anything. It did not take long for Rashok to spot an intricately decorated box. Grinning to himself, the man opened the jewelry box. Most of the stuff was junk, but there was one item that was decent enough. Not too flashy, but not too boring. Rashok stuffed the necklace into his pocket before turning to the wardrobe. Most of the woman’s dresses were earthy tones, as they were cheap to buy, but he soon located a red dress. The cook’s finest dress. Without feeling any guilt, the man took the dress, rolled it up, and exited the cook’s room.

He was unseen as he made his way back to the dungeon. Part of being a general was fast thinking, and while Jahanarwa had asked how he planned to pull off an escape, Rashok had been thinking. His plan was not elaborate. She would dress up nice, she would walk with him, and they would simply pretend that Rashok…well, he had met her on the streets. His pace had increased slightly as he made his way back to the dungeon, and he reached it sooner than before. Rashok hesitated outside the door…was he really doing right? A sigh escaped him once more. It was possible that Jahanarwa had tried to escape by herself, but there were guards posted at the end of the hall leading to the dungeon, and another man stood outside of the twisted staircase leading to the lower level. None of the guards had moved, and she was not that sneaky.

Rashok pulled the necklace from his pocket and opened the door. As soon as the door was open a few inches, he threw the items in and shut it, stepping aside to wait.

[Jotari]

Of course he would think of this sort of thing, the dog. Jahanarwa folded her arms and looked with distaste at the outfit and jewelry brought to her. Sighing she picked up the flimsy red dress and shook it to make sure that nothing was hidden it's folds. The Grellon Queen rolled her eyes but yanked off her clothing in order to replace it with the red dress. Black Star was a bit bigger then the cook so the dress was tight against her skin. It showed every curve of her slim body. Oh yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted Rashok to get all hot under the collar. Not! But she folded her clothes and left them. She managed to hide her dagger and draped the jewelry around the slim throat.

Pulling back her hair in a graceful pile on the top of her head, Jahanarwa became a completely new character. Black Star would not be caught dead in this sort of getup. She would simply make up a new identity as she went along. Knocking on the door, Jahanarwa waited for it to open. When he did open it she grabbed his arm like a nice little prostitute, smiling and waving at anyone nearby. But she muttered with poison dripping from every word, " Mess this up or try anything and Magrej will have a one armed general. " Her eyes were blood red with fury. Heck, if he touched her to much he would be missing an arm!

But she played along, being the perfect soiled dove. Perhaps she even let herself go a bit to far at times, hopefully not playing with any heart strings. She just wanted out of the castle and then straight for Kiyer or perhaps Kaori. In truth, she was getting very tired, very quickly. There was a constant pressure to hold back the power of the sky gem, to keep it hidden. Not to mention that she was pale from so much blood loss. Black Star would need a day or two to recuperate. But first, escape.

[hobbit]

Did it really take that long to change? Rashok was well aware of the anatomical differences between males and females, but there was no reason it took this long to slip on a simple dress. At one point, the man leaned against the wall and tilted his head back, muttering to himself about ungrateful gits and bitches. He kept his voice down, though, knowing that if he was caught Magrej would be unlikely to show any mercy. He may have served the dark king well, but he was not arrogant enough to think that Magrej would forgive a general that had allowed the sky gem’s guard to escape. Even worse: a general which had assisted in her escape. The man came back to reality at the sound of someone knocking on the dungeon door. Finally, she had dressed.

Rashok turned back to the door. He straightened, looking over his shoulder, before opening it once more. Instead of coming out of the door, as most people did, Jahanarwa took a hold of his arm right away. Like a girl drunk for the first time, she smiled big. Unlike drunk girls, however, she still had her wits about her…and she was still pretty. Hmm…perhaps he should’ve gone to a younger girls room…Rashok did not have much time to toy with this thought, for Jahanarwa spoke to him in a voice that was as poisonous as a snake. Rashok grinned for a moment; it was something that had not truly appeared on his face for quite some time. “Now, now,” he muttered as they walked, “I’m not that perverted. I prefer to play behind closed doors,” the man lapsed into silence after speaking.

Nights after taking a woman into his chambers were not filled with grins and dirty jokes. Rashok was a private man, and he kept this up as he walked, glaring at any guard that looked their way. Although, he could not blame them. For one, the too tight dress was certain to attract the attention of men that would go home alone, or to a wife and five screaming kids. Not only that, but the woman was a brilliant actress and played up her role quite a bit. They were not stopped as they made their way through the castle; Rashok avoided any place where it was likely that Magrej would be lurking. While the guards may not know her face well enough to see through the simple disguise, Magrej certainly would, and Rashok did not wish to die today.

They were only a few steps away from the main entrance of the castle when Rashok suddenly turned, leading her down a small hall where the servant’s door was. Less people were here, for no one really gave a damn about servants. The door, however, was quite small and Rashok had to dip his head to avoid knocking it against the frame. “There,” Rashok spoke for the second time as they neared the stables. A small road disappeared into the hustle and bustle of life outside of the castle gates. So long as she was smart, she would not be caught again. Rashok held onto her arm for a moment longer than necessary, almost as if stuck in some strange in-between which rendered this body unusable, but after a minute he let go of her and stepped away, “If you’re dumb enough to get caught again,” Rashok growled, “I will not cover for you.”

With that, the blonde man turned and made his way back towards the castle. He waited until he was sure that the woman was gone, or could not see him, before turning to two guards, “You saw the whore, correct?” The men looked startled before nodding.

“Good. I know she stole something from this castle.”

One of the guards spoke up in a meek voice, “D-do you want us to bring her back?”

Rashok laughed. The sound was cold and harsh. “Goodness, no! She wasn’t even worth what I had to pay. No…catch her and make her pay, however you’d like. I don’t care. She just needs to understand that thieving isn’t tolerated, no matter how filthy you already are,” he looked towards the gate once before nodding, “Go!

The two guards waved over three others before taking off. Rashok grinned to himself before slipping back into the castle. Once the clothes in the dungeon were burned, the woman’s escape, Black Star’s escape, could be summed up to dumbass guards.

The truth would be a secret.