Eminent Danger (Gwen's Death Thread =])

[Deidra]

The night was cold in the streets of Ohanzee, the scrawny orphans huddling together to keep warm in shadowed corners where a few buildings connected together. Most were still in ruins from the hurricane that had ravaged the place some weeks earlier. The street were still littered with the rubble as no one bothered to clean up the disheveled town for it wouldn’t add anything to the appeal of it even a tenth of a percent. Bare feet padded past the children and over the debris, red fabric brushing the ground. Gwenaelle walked quietly through the darkness that enveloped the land, her stomach bulging out evidently as she was four months with child.

Her thin layered dress billowed out behind her as she pulled the hood attached to it closer about her face. The dress itself gave way to what her profession was as it had a rather deep plunging neckline and accentuated her god given breasts on her small petite form. Her long slightly tangled curls cascaded dawn the front of her acting almost like a natural blanket as they came to rest over her belly keeping her stomach slightly warmer than the rest of her body. Gwen looked at her feet as she traveled, not having to look up into the harsh, cold wind as she knew the town so well by now she could traverse blindfolded if she was ever made too.

It seemed to Gwen that shecouldn'tt remember a time after her fifteenth birthday that shehadn'tt had to use her body to gain the money she needed. But now that she was pregnant no man, not even the lowliest of scum, would touch her. So she would go in search of the man who's child she carried in her womb and beg him for some support. So her feet continued to carry her along the dark streets quietly as she made her waytowards the castle and hopefully Rashok.

[Jotari]

Siarles

Chaos has a Master

The night's chill had little affect on the red-eyed demon. He walked with measured regal strides, leaving the castle walls. Clad in black armor, specially made ad created to make him look as hellistic as possible, he was surprisingly quiet in his movements. Lord Siarles carried no weapon as his armor was already equipped with a deadly sharp hand gauntlet. This gauntlet was a rather unorthodox weapon, like a three pronged claw, each claw being a strong blade. It was simply held in his hand, matching the rest of his strange armor. With strange designs, the armor was slightly ancient japanese in style, but it certainly had his own personal touches. But as always, it was a deadly thing of elegance. Siarles was an evil mastermind, scheming to destroy others, but that was no excuse to look shabby. Goodness knows he could afford it.

The Dread Lord was looking for some amusement, bored of his current life. This was the long and dry part of his plan, he had to wait. Magrej would play his part soon enough. Though he did make a mental note to go toward Ellsinora and charm that pretty Black Star some more tomorrow. That would entertain him. But for now, he walked the streets. Even the rats drew back from the monster of the night. Red eyes glowed from beneath the helmet, looking for any amusement at all. He spotted a female figure and caught the color of her dress. Siarles had no desire for the ladies of the night, they were all to easy to push over, to easy to have, for his tastes. But he walked toward her anyway. Blocking her path with an outstretched arm, he looked down on her. Chuckling deep in his throat, he recognized that this was Rashok's little pet. This woman carried Rashok's spawn. This he could work with, this would be the evening entertainment.

The Dread Lord calmly removed his helmet, making sure that she would know just who he was and who would be putting her through hurdles. "Rashok's little pet, should not you be hiding with your cur, bitch? You carry his whelp after all and he does get attached to things." His voice was cold and matter-of-fact. No matter how Siarles knew that she was Rashok's, he had a better system of information then Magrej or Black Star. Heck, he had spies within both of Magrej and Black Star's network. The evil one made a habit of knowing everything about anything. It only added to his already terrifying personality.

[Deidra]

Gwen caught sight of a manly figure making its way towards her as she made her way along the street of Ohanzee. In her mind she figured it was just another one of Magrej’s soldier’s and this did little to bother the mind of the pregnant wench. She wasn’t afraid of the men under Magrej’s employment, she had yet to have any bad experience with any one of them. As she pondered this thought she stumbled a bit in a hole but quickly caught herself one hand curling protectively about her stomach as the other flew out to help balance. When Gwen next looked up the male was almost to her and her eyes took in his armor.

She hadn’t seen any of Magrej’s soldiers ever wear anything even coming close to what this man wore. As she studied him closer her eyes widened slightly as she took in the blades in his hands. For the first time since she could ever remember, fear stuck Gwen’s mind. She was stuck in place as the male made his way over to her and then came to a stop in front of her. A shudder coursed through her body as she took in the closer view of his armor with its classy design. And then as he removed his helmet an intense urge to run flew through her mind until he spoke to her in his cold tone and she arranged her face as boldly as she could make it.

Her hands fell loosely to her sides as she found her voice to speak “Well what should a son of a bitch like you be wanting to know what I should be doing, it is not as I cannot freely walk the streets of this town.” She spoke boldly not caring that she could be setting herself up for something horrible. She knew the man’s reputation was less that angel like and yet she didn’t care at the moment her motherly hormones were always acting up in the worst of situations.

[Jotari]

Siarles

Let Choas Reign Supreme

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Siarles looked at her for a moment, savoring this pitiful show of courage. She would regret those words, he would see to that. The Dread Lord had planned to merely rough her up a bit, make her scream. But name calling from a victim? That was against standard torture procedure and required immediate and volatile action.

Reaching out with gloved hand he gripped her jaw and forced her head up. His metal cased hand was tightly attached to her face as his other hand went over her as if he were looking over a cow for sale. The monster was an expert in making his victims feel worthless, yet helpless. This bitch had crossed the line, calling him names. She should be honored that he had given her a single glance. But he had no weakness like "kindness" or "pity" for this female slave. Just another something to amuse himself for now. In fact, within moments after he would walk away from her rotting corpse? The dark one would forget she ever even existed. He would simply wipe off her blood, and then she would not even be a mar on his history. This female was nothing.

But for now, he would have some fun. Letting go of her face roughly, he lifted his weapon and brought it crashing across her face. He started hitting pressure points, points that would make grown men collapse screaming when hurt. But he would not kill her, not yet. No, this torture would go on until her screams filled the air.

But then she would be forgotten.

Powerplay permitted

[Deidra]

The fiery haired petite woman forced herself not to show any fear as Siarles grabbed her pale face within his metal clad hand. Her face drew up into a look of an enraged hormonal mother, for which she indeed was. This man, sure he could do harm to her she was positive of that. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other as her face was held up and then she laughed slightly as he let her go only to be slashed across the face and hit repeatedly. Her hormones seemed to give her an adrenaline rush as she fell to her knees laughing up into the face of Siarles.

Her face was slightly crazed now and no sane woman would dare say what she uttered next to the armor clad man. Another laugh escaped her as she spat “Eat shit you fucking cocksucker.” Her green eyes took on a wild look as she continued to laugh harshly at this man. Deep in her mind her sanity told her what she was doing was utterly stupid, but at the moment Gwenaelle was far from sane as she attempted to stare this evil son of a bitch in the face. Her hair tangled about her waist and stuck to her face but she was beyond caring now she only felt like egging this man on.

OOC- This is too fun xD I just can’t help but make her call him names rotfl

[Jotari]

Siarles

Her words bounced off him harmlessly, unlike the blows he was giving her. But if she wanted to play dirty, well then he could do the same. Grasping her suddenly and firmly by the throat, he lifted her right of the ground and walked forward. He thought about going to the castle torture room, or perhaps just using whatever was laying about to tear her apart. He would enjoy her screams, her desperate pleas for pity and mercy, but he would give none of that. Siarles replaced his helmet before walking away toward the castle. Magrej didn’t use those nice metal toys of his enough, so Siarles could at least play with them.

Entering the castle gates, Siarles simply carried the woman by her throat down the main hall and to the left. Going down several flights of stairs with slow and stately steps, he opened a thick wooden door. It creaked and opened to a room filled with all kinds of shiny objects. Dropping his prey, he turned and locked the door. Stepping forward he laid a hand on one of the stranger looking objects, “So, what shall we play with first, hmmm?” To Siarles, this was like being a kid in a candy shop. He had a cheeky little female to torture and several things to play with. He knew exactly how long Gwen could last, and he intended to spend the entire night making her last hours something that would give even Magrej nightmares.

Walking about calmly, he lay his helmet and gloves to one side. Going to the cold fire place, he quickly and skillfully started a fire. Normally a slave would have done this deed, but Siarles never liked anyone else to be around and ruin his entertainment. While the fire grew, Siarles went around choosing his toys. Gwen didn’t have enough life to go through everything, but there were a few nice ones. He experimented a bit here and there, messing with straps and metal bits. Finally, after what could have seemed like hours, he sighed and looked about for his little plaything. “Let’s start shall we?”

[Deidra]

Her anger was clearly taking over her as she spouted off curse word after curse word to the Dread Lord. It wasn’t until he picked her up by the throat that Gwenaelle found herself silenced and now grabbing frantically at his arm, attempting fruitlessly to make him let go. Chocking sounds spewing from her mouth as she gasped for her desperately needed air supply. As Siarles carried her throughout the castle Gwen found herself losing consciousness until she was dropped unceremoniously upon the stony floor of a torture chamber.

Gwen let out a scared whimper, the first whimper she had utter in many a year. She had been treated roughly by men before but never like this and by now her rage was subsiding, taking its place was fear. Her eyes were wide in terror and her face blanched even whiter than she had ever been. She knew her fate was now not looking good and she found herself trying to pull her legs to her in a comforting position but her swollen stomach prevented this from happening now and she let out a small scream, not from her terror but from a rather sharp pain from within her now. Siarles’ words were just background to the pain she felt inside her and she found herself crumpling into a fetal position upon the cold stone.

It took several moments for this new terror to bring a reason to her mind but Gwen eventually realized the pain couldn’t be anything other than her shock causing her baby to come early, she was going into labor and she was going to be killed. Putting the two together Gwen suddenly cried out “Don’t kill her, don’t kill her!” then rather regretting the words for now surely if the baby was born alive this man would kill it without a second thought, why just look at him, killing a pregnant woman! She mentally jerked back from the man though physically she could not move the pain was so great within her body, no she just hoped for a quick release, hopefully before the baby decided to exit her womb.

[Jotari]

Siarles

Oh this was perfect; this pitiful creature had gone into shock and was in early labor. Siarles was not disappointed but rather pleased that the woman would die this way. He would not kill her, not yet. The Dread Lord would amuse himself in some other fashion, much more cruel and dark hearted. He would simply leave, leaving her alone to have her child. When that had been accomplished, he would return and put her through more tortures. It did not bother him in the least that she was giving birth. The little bitch should have thought of that before calling him those charming names.He placed his helmet back on his head and walked to the door. Opening the heavy door he walked through, locking it securely behind him. There was no other way to get anything in or out of the torture chamber, not so much as a window. Siarles did not give a damn about the woman locked within the stone walls. In fact, he was almost bored with her entirely. Walking down the long silent corridor he went to the library. A servant appeared, lighting candles as the Dread Lord chose a book. Siarles accepted the goblet of dark liquid offered to him and settled to read. In awhile he would go back and see how his prisoner was doing. A thought came to him that she may try to kill her own child, but that also merely amused him. That a woman would be so desperate to kill her own spawn, though it was Rashok’s spawn as well. Rashok was merely a minor annoyance, something to deal with later. Right now he would read his literature and enjoy the cool evening.

ooc- sorry, these meds kill my posts -_-