The Ost looks around the room wildly..making note of exit points, peripherals, people. She operates the same way her dark masters had though she isnt really even aware of it. Her eyes move to the bed then. Thats him..she’d know the form of him anywhere. “me..?” She husks towards Mila, only to turn suddenly when Crow steps in. Her posture changes, lips pulling back to bare irregular teeth at him..a low hiss spat. “Stay away from me…” She warns..slowly moving towards the bed…her eyes never leaving crow though she speakks to Mila..”is he alive?”
Crow hadn’t been aware of Sols presence here and when he noted the wild look of Ost his brow arched in surprise. Still he didn’t let himself be triggered by it. Calm and calculated he tried to comprehend what he walked into. However when Ost spoke to him he slightly tensed. He never was one to underestimate a situation, however he would kill her or try within a blink of an eye if he felt it was needed. He moved with stealth towards the bed and although it seemed he turns to listen to Mila he was very much aware of her, a poisonous girl for so many reasons.
Mila placed herself between Sol and the Panther, a defensive and protective move really..Mila crossed her arms about herself..one hand clutching the lower part of her necklace,it was a practiced gesture ,one made to release the lock onthe poisoned dagger,but making it look more like she was being self defensive or casually bored in some circumstances..not this one however..she watched the Panther’s movements and the sudden reaction to seeing Crow..Mila did not take her eyes from the Forest girl”Barely..you did well to suck out what you could,tis the only reason he continues to breathe”Mila took a minute step sideways to block more of her view of him..she made no acknowledgment of Crow being present..then smiled slowly and did indeed look to him”Tal Sir’she returned her gaze back to Ost ,her brows raised as if questioning her “I need a sample of your blood and saliva”Mila said it simply,matter of factly and perhaps in a way that could not be questioned
Solomon Voss: Lifts his head, the movement was difficult, painful but he would hold himself together. Solomon then strained to lift himself to his elbows, his fingers gathering up the fabric of the bed sheet in two tightly griped fists, a bead of sweat formed on his brow and quickly ran down his cheek. “You risk your freedom, Snake.” He said sourly, holding him self up with trembling arms. “I would do as she asked, Ost.” He added.
Crow knew now what had happened and his eyes no longer held surprise but knowing. They were as sharp as daggers upon Ost, as if he already cut her to pieces for doing what he now learned she had done. He didn’t speak and with it was in a mode that perhaps made him the most dangerous man he ever could be. His hands seemed to be idly but he knew how long it would take to draw either of them if it was needed. HIs pose was that of strength and a man that wouldn’t move out of fear but out of the desire to put whatever would come next to his advantage.
The Ost doesnt like this so much but she knew the risks well enough before she ever slunk her skinny ass down from the forest. She bumps into the chair, making it bark in movement over the floor. “-you- risked my freedom, killer.” She says back to the dying man in the bed, then grey eyes flick between crow and Mila. “Take it then..if it will help him..but do it fast..or i’ll destroy you.”
Solomon Voss: takes an opportunity to cast his blurry vision to a dark figure in the room. With one hard knuckle he rubs his right eye then blinks several times as if to remove a tree from the orbit. “Is that you, Crow?” he enquires looking back in the direction of the Ost. “She didn’t bite me, Killer.” He admitted.
Crow eyes pierced her as if the words she spoke would be enough for him to leap in rage and destroy the girl. However he was not the man that would do such just because he felt like it. He was calculating and giving every angle thought that would ensure that none would be harmed. “Don’t make idle threats – Ost.” he said low and there seemed to be a promise in his word. For a moment the memory of the fight with the Kur passed him, having risked his life for the man in the bed once. The same man that had created him for the biggest part as to his use for the caste. When Sol spoke he was slightly confused but answered “It is me, Sol.” he said to him while he quickly refocused upon Ost. He hadn’t forgotten her threat “Than why is it she that is needed here ?” he asks.
Solomon Voss: “I forced the beasts vile bite upon myself. You heard from her mouth in this moment that she is keen to destroy us. I put her vow to the test and found her desire wanting and here she be, sneaking bout to see if I live and offering blood to aid he who she wished to destroy. Seems to be a watery wish or lack of passion to destroy even a fly on a bosk turd.” He said falling back to his bed.
Mila kept her gaze on Ost..listening ..the air so thick with tension one could cut it with a knife..Mila wasn’t thrilled with the tension..the antagonizing of the Panther girl here, who came out of care and perhaps love..she risked saying to her plainly”Do not allow them to antagonize you and do -not- threaten one who seeks to aid you and the one you have remorse for actions taken..it only works to destroy yourself, and if it is suicide you seek? I can sample blood and saliva when you are dead as well..”Mila kept her gaze steady on the girl “I will not ask you to remove your weapons..but I will ask you to place a mouth brace on,I do not wish to be bitten nor do I trust you would not in a sudden act of impluse”
The Ost slides her gaze over Crow, the smile that dawns on her face is cruel, “So quick to want to kill me, aren’t you. You feel it rush through your veins..hot..why didn’t you when i would have accepted it as part of my loyalty to you..to any of you..” She asks, Solomons words again cutting straight through all those layers of century long frustrations and anger and stabbing deep into her heart. “I was wrong, wasn’t i…Solomon.” His name falls from her lips for the first time, hissed just so. Her breahthing has quickened though. It could all end..all of it..it could all be done so fast. She looks at Mila, emotions always so easily read on the ost’s face. “Then take it when i am dead.” She says..just before leaping at her, the full brunt of a tall but skinny frame throwing itself at her. She’d made the choice, apparently.
Crow arched a brow at the admission of Sol, why would any men ask for such was something that he couldn’t understand. The girl had served him often and for some reason her being armed didn’t make him see her different. The mere thought that he might have tempted her too just to see the difference between her enslavement or her status as a panther girl was now understood. He turns to Ost “It seems you know very little of me – Ost. But your ignorance doesn’t bother me. It was not I that started with threats … but you will know me when you even dare to carry out one ihn of them.” he promised. “I kept you alive … and that should tell you … but I will not those that I think are a risk to the caste I serve.” Than when he noted Ost leap his hand reached for his blade and with in that blink of an eye he was next to her. She couldn’t focus on Mila and him and with it he would attempt to grasp her hair rough and use his blade to counter any attack she might try in that moment.
Solomon Voss: Eyes are closed now, the effort to sit up had taken its toll, such a simple thing can become a towering wall to conquer. There is much to this tale that remained unknown “The slave is important. Spare her.” He growled painfully.
Mila was ready for an attack…Mila didnt want the panther dead..just wanted wolrd peace no no sorry -laughs-Mila tried to side step the woman throwing herself in her direction..a sworl of movement and action..Mila’s skirts got inthe way of her movement flying towards the girl and Mila’s own legs..surely tripping them both up in the process.Mila cired out “No!!!” it could have been an exclaimation of distress or to Crow to not kill Ost.. and more then likely tumbled down with the girl,the only thing perhaps saving mila from her bite,if she was aiming to bite Mila..was Crow attempting to grab Ost by the hair.Mila tried to brace her fall and kick at Ost,but the skirts were making this more of a mess
Solomon Voss: A black cloud falls upon Solomon’s mind like a heavy black cloak drenched in Black Caste secrets. A long sigh leaves the Assassins lips. He does not take another breath inward as would be expected.
The Ost is an animal. She had never argued the fact even when draped in ridiculous jewels and kept for show like some fancy prize. She was bred to kill and the truth of it flashes wild in her eyes. She was going in for the bite to be sure, but crow’s hand grasps the long tangles of her hair, its courseness had finally rubbed itself into dredlocks. She screams, the sort of awful sound a wild-cat might make before a slew of schendian spills furiously from her lips..her body tangled with Mila’s, instinct takes over and probably much to anyone’s surprise, her hold on Mila starts tightening, long brown legs seeking to draw her closer, hands curling into any part of her that she can grasp…like a snake might do to its prey.
Crow wasn’t much occupied with Mila at this point, but his entire focus was upon Ost. The words of Sol were noted. His grasp on her hair became firm and when he realised that Ost kept Mila he felt he had no alternative than to use the hilt of his blade to knock her out. He lifted his blade and with the precision he was taught he flung it down upon her head. His force considerable and with it a sure blow that would knock a woman out cold.
Mila had fallen under her,hands flung out to brace the fall and the dagger inher necklace,alredy having been released and held in a tight fist was forced out of her hand,flung far away in the fracas.Mila squirmed under Ost’s tightening grip and with prescision grasped the girl’s throat…and applied pressure to her carotid and the pressure points there..her other hand went to strike her at the base of her nose to try and cause excruciating pain and disable her enough..so the clutch upon her throat would surely stop blood flow to her brain and weaken her.Mila was a physician and trained like no others…and strong as a woman of the wagons,always working hard,along side slaves or alone..perhaps Mila was an equal match..she saw crow’s sword hilt aim towards Osts’s head and tried with all her might to extend her arm gripping the girl to force her upwards.
The Ost expected nothing but death..but she oculd at least go to the cities of dust proving Solomon wrong. Her grip loosens with Mila’s counter-strike, and the combination of blows knocks her out immediately. She slumps, probably falling on Crow’s foot. Yeah..she is totally an effective fighter there. Now…she is swimming in the same inky blackness as the man in the bed.
Solomon Voss: Lay unconscious or at least he thought he was. If this was the case how is it then, that he can see the room and all its occupants as clearly as if they where in the beams of a flood light? Why is it then, that he can see himself, laying there on the bed below?
Crow dragged the now heavy weight of her unconsciousness from Mila and sheathed his blade “You wish her tied down ?” he asks Mila matter of factly while he took two metal cuffs from his belt. He would crouch down and took her wrists so he could clamp them about her. The chains would restrain them tight together.
Mila grappled to get up and untangle herself from her skirts..and breathing heavily gasped “aye bind her and gag her,make it so she cannot move” she finally got up and looked at Sol and cried out a earth curse word her sl;ave raja taught her in Ivar’s “Fuck!”Mila raced to Sol upon the bed and in a flash checked him for breathing and his pulse…it was weak and threaded…she took her hands and with a combined clenching of them hit him hard on his chest…she placed her face to his mouth and again crused”fuck fuck fuck” and Mila pressed his nose tight and took a deep breath,pressed her mouth to his and released it into his lungs…Mila started Gorean CPR (NPhave fun)
Solomon Voss: Closes his eyes, this is not a natural blink but a rational decision to do so. When he opens his eyes the room is gone, instead he stands next to two cots in a hospital ward. Before him lay new borns, the wrist bands that the infants ware bare the name VOSS. Twins? A male and a female. There is a commotion behind him and as he turns he is greeted with an open field, in the sky are three moons.
The Ost just lays there as she is trussed by Crow in the effective and swift fashion of the Gorean male. She is not visited by visions, just the pereptual black nothing..stretching eons.
Solomon Voss: In his ears he could hear a dull thudding, something like a door being struck but from a distance, interestingly he thought, “I can feel the sound against my chest”. Solomon tears himself away from the sky scene and spins about. The field is gone, he is back on the ward but one of the cots is now empty. “Strange” he thought to himself. “The baby girl is gone.” He indicates to a young nurse who simply smiles and nods as if it were completely normal. “She is required elsewhere, Solomon. As you will be in time.” She said softly. “Beware the snakes.” She added before leaving the room.
Crow nodded while he took a piece of his own tunic that he ripped to tangle it around her mouth and knotted it behind her head. He worked as ever careful and with understanding that he was near the most dangerous things as to her fangs. When he had done so he would grab her by the wrists and leaped her to her feet, holding her firm up for him while he slapped her cheeks to get her back to the land of the living. He could only understand that the girl might kick him but with no hands to grab him and her mouth covered by the tight cloth he doubted her strength would out match his own. “Now Ost – calm down.” he said his voice like smooth but with an edge that he would be less pleasant if she tried anything foolish again.
Mila was upon the bed,straddling him as she administered CPR..her hands crossed and pushing on his chest,her mouth pressing to his sharing the breath of life.She worked diligently on her patient,talking to him as she pressed on his chest”Come on now Sol,don’t do this,you can make it thru this..the girl is not dead..come on now you have work to do,people to see,places to explore..dont give up on me now!”Mila checked his pulse and found it stronger.,,and .,.was he breathing now on his own?
Aramintia as she walked she had hoped to find the healer, the new land would confuse her and she would get quite lost. She stumbled across a few houses and saw some people through the window, she could not make them out, she also did not see the usual customery green flag outside of the building but she decide to stop and knock and maybe she would get lucky. Hand came up and she knelt and knocked on the door and said “Please mistress green are you in there please”
The Ost awoke slowly, like air being pulled into lungs, or rising to the surface of a dark pool. Jaws clench immediately, only to find fabric there and her arms bound. No..she might be wild and angry but her danger comes in the craftiness and picking another fight where she is at an obvious disadvantage wouldn’t be really smart. She does try to crane around though to see Solomon, a hoarse cry muffled then by the fabric in her mouth. What the hell is that woman doing! She’s going to kill him! Its a very confusing time in the ost’s life.
Crow used his strength to turn Ost and grabbed her by both shoulders “For crying out loud – Ost – dammit Calm down.” he tells her. His eyes were dark and perhaps lifeless as those of a shark in this very moment. Perhaps there was this mode of shutting out all his own feelings in situations like this. “Since when are you a physician – Ost – While it is you that has him there in the first place.” he added while he shook her small frame slightly to get her to focus upon him.
Solomon Voss: The heavy thudding of a door now sounded closer in his ears. Solomon tried to locate its direction, his chest vibrated from the sound. He began to feel it important that he find the door and open it. “Can you sign this, Mr. Voss?” Said a male nurse who stood to the right of the twin cots. “What is it? Solomon asks him, taking the pen from the smiling man. “We need your permission to operate.” Said the nurse. “Your sister will not survive otherwise.” He added. “Oh and you are needed back in Laura so better hurry.” Solomon opens his eyes wide and coughs violently before taking a much needed breath. The weight of Mila upon him felt crushing for such a slight woman.
Aramintia heard noises from inside, she would think she heard the voice of the master that cut her long lockets the other day and scared the bejesus out of her. Her shoulder started to tremble and she thought to herself as she took very slow and quiet step backward. “maybe bad time yes yes indeed bad time” will come back another time especially a time that, that master was not present. saw some brush of grass and leaped into it hoping she had not been heard or seen.
The Ost went still and silent then. Either the fight had gone out of her or she is simply saving up her reserves for later. YOu really just never know with her. Pale eyes peer up at Crow..all the wonder and confidence that had once been there is gone. There is no mystery left in the world and certainly nothing -good- it is monochrome and bleak and its only hope is to burn. Her eyes stay locked on his, brave maybe..or foolish.
Mila bearthed out relief seeing him cougha nd gasp taking breath on his own..she eased off him as she spoke”welcome back” and sighed with relief..breathless herself from the administered CPR..Mila tripped as sheeased off the bed,her skirt ripped and catching her booted foot..sprawling on the floor..half on the bed half off..she cursed and sowre she was going to wear pants…she righted herself and smacked at her skirt…glancing to Ost and Crow..seeing he had the girl secured”He lives” is all she said..Mila turned and checks his vitals..and secures another IV bag to the pole..checking the site upon Sol’s arm..she looks over to Crow and Ost now.Mila had the impluse to go over and just punch her in the face..but too..Mila had compassion for her..and a slight understanding of what drove her away and into the forests on her own..as Mila too had lived such a life upon a few occasions..finally getting the normal rythm of her breathing back,Mila checked on Sol one more time..seeing he did in fact breathe but seemed
Mila DeSantis: to be drifting in and out of conciousness..she walked towards Crow a few steps”her turn”..Mila washed her hands scrubbing up and got the vials and needles and other fun stuff to begin to get fluids from the girl
Crow noticed that she was no longer struggling in his grip, but he wasn’t foolish and held her firmly. “Seems you are needed.” he speaks calm “Now show me that you still have it – Ost – still have it for me to consider you valuable enough to keep you alive.” he said. “Remember Sol is not the one that can command me … I might listen but I only serve myself so … be warned.” he said to her. “Tell me Ost … since I will give you a choice in the here and now … You cooperate or find my skill facing yours. And don’t think I am honourable enough to let your hands be freed to give you those odds.”
The Ost glances over towards the bed as mila trips into a somewhat painful lookinng sprawl. She would have been howling with laughter on any other day but not today. She looks up at Crow again, then gives a nod in understanding of his words. She’s just a woman..and he could take her out without even breaking a sweat. She appears to be cooperate and mumbles that fact behind the gag.
Solomon Voss: Simply lay there, unable to move very much, hardly wanting to but the words of the Assassin Crow he heard loud and clear. The Killer was of course correct, he was his own man and not under the command of Solomon Voss of the Black Caste. He had earned his right by fire. He had survived the training and rose through the ranks. If he wished to kill the girl he would do it and fear not any punishment. Ost however, had much to fear. “Let her go, Crow. I ask this favour. Let her go after her blood is gained. Free her to her forest.” He asked of the Killer. Solomons voice was barely a whisper now.
Crow eyes pierce through hers as if he was trying to read her mind. He didn’t trust her and yet he did. The woman in all her strength was appreciated by him even if she might have seemed weak in her own eyes when enslaved. He turns her while he gripped the chain of her cuffs on her wrists. “So Mila … what is it that you need of her ?” he asks. He heard the words of Sol and replied to him “I will if she keeps her promise to me.” In his own mind he wouldn’t go against Sols wishes, however decided that he needed leverage to keep Ost at least from attempting to harm Mila a second time.
Mila stood by Crow and Ost with a tray..upon it the tools of the trade “Blood..saliva…enough to test well and form a true antidote..”She said simply..placing the tray down she began to get the alcohol and cleaned teh girl’s arm..preparing to draw a few vials of blood into different test tubes…she would too swab the girl’s mouth..but would wait unti crow could siable her jaws with a grip and mouth guard “I will need her mouth to be open when I finish taking the blood”She didnt say anything to Sol’s entraty to free Ost when this was done..but too Mila had an idea she waited to speak aloud
The Ost does keep her word. One way or another. She turns, her face tilting away to look at the wall as if trying to pretend no one else is even there or that all of this isnt happening. Its that distance thing. She does glance towards the bed breifly before looking back at the wall..a low sound coming from her that is almost a purr. Its a soothing sound..one meant to say she’s calm and isnt going to do any biting…but would they trust her?
Crow wasn’t a man that would take risks and yanked her arms a little up so they would be hardly comfortable for Ost. “Draw blood first.” he tells. “Can you take it so ?” he asks. There was perhaps some impatience in his voice, perhaps struggling with his own position in all of this. He had no idea what had created all this. His attention turns only briefly back to Ost and pulled down the cloth from her lips “Don’t make me regret this – Ost.” he whispers to her.
Solomon Voss: tries to regain some sort of composure, remaining slient as he breaths more easy.
Mila inserted the fine needle and watched as five vials filled with blood..each with a different solution on the bottom,all gel like and colored differently…”Done” Mila said simply as the last vial went into a test tube holder..she then took a few swabs and held them steady before the girls mouth..waiting to swab inside,Mila too would take some into a couple of vials..having a bitter swab at the ready to make the girl drool
The Ost holds still as the blood is taken, though her heart is racing. She hates pain..even the tension at her arms feels as though her weaker than average bones would snap. Nature keeps its ballance in this way perhaps. “I won’t..” She says quietly, hair hanging in her face, a trickle of blood having painted a red line down over her eye and down her cheek. She looks at Mila..then the swab..and she opens her mouth, soft lips..passive..certainly not the flashing of fangs she’d come in here with. Probably the panther just seems more pathetic than anything at the moment.
Crow watched the physician and kept focus upon his own grip. If Ost would tense he would know and address it. He held her secure however had no intent to harm her. He was in a way detached by what he was doing, as if when he would try to be here with his own thoughts, he might have been very different.
Solomon Voss: Watches in silence at the goings on before him. He suddenly thought it an odd view on the world, as he looked down the length of his legs and between his feet that acted like a frame. He watched the now calm slave girl. He could not see her as anything else, certainly not this thing she was playing at being, a forest girl. He knew so little about their kind but he knew they were a keen shot with a bow. The axe on Osts back just looked heavy and out of place and all she would achieve in its wielding is to grow calluses on her hands. “Aii, Ost” he final spoke. “You are wrong.” Solomon punctuated this seemingly late response with a cough and a sniff. “but you can make it right.” He added.
Mila nodded and holding the swabs gingerly took samles..ready to snatch her hand back in an instant if need be..she then swabs the girls mouth with the bitter one”You will not like the taste of this and will drool..do not swallow please as much as you want to”..”Ost” she said as she worked”You are to return here every four hands..or when your ‘cycle’ should start or occur…even if you no longer bleed,your chemistry may change..I need to test for that”
Crow glances to Sol and back to Ost, where he waited until Mila was finished. He frowns at the request of Mila “You think she will come back ?” he asks “How important is it ?” he asks as if he was giving thought in keeping the woman at the collar for the duration that was needed for all of this.
The Ost doesnt tense, though she’s started to shake, an underfed creature suffering fromt he side effect of adrenaline. The axe on her back -is- heavy but no more so than the burdon of her being. Its a tool more than a weapon, stolen from a woodsman and used to cut saplings. “how can you be sure there -is- a right..as if there are absolutes. I am proof that there is not..” She says to him only to jerk her head back in surprise at the bitter swab. Oh thats foul and it takes her off-guard even though she’d been warned. Great now she is also drooling. can she get any more attractive these days? “return? no..i can’t return..” Her tone echoes the same disblief that Crow’s has.
Mila worked gathering the spittle from her and without looking at Crow she spoke”We have never tested this kind of poison before..chemistry changes in a woman during her cycle..it is for science sake..if the posion is effected..stronger or weaker during those time,if hormones stimulate it or surpress it”Mila finished taking the spit into tubes and capped them securely.placing them too in the tray upright…she took a bit of smething and held it in front of her mouth”open” she said..it would counter cat the bitter and help the drooling stop..if she opened her mnouth Mila would pop it inside”You can and will..even if in the darkness of night ,are you not curious yourself how this works?”
Crow frowns having no real desire to keep a woman that truly struggled in his compound and yet if this was needed he would again ensure that a promise was kept. Perhaps more honourable than he at times wished to admit. He still was giving all of this thought while he glances to Ost at the question of Mila.
Solomon Voss: Regarded the slave more closely after hearing Crows comment. “The slave will surely die if allowed to return to the forest for any length of time” he expressed his opinion before looking toward the slave once more. “I am right and there are absolutes. I am a Gorean Male, therefore I am right in all I utter. There be your absolute. You are proof of only one thing, your own denial that your freedom lays at the feet of someone like me or Crow there. That the feel of a collar about your throat is the reminder of freedom and the orders of men is that sweet removal of choice that would otherwise give you a confusing existence.” He continued. “Collar the slave.” He suggested.
The Ost is curious, mostly because she knows her venom was gone while she was pregnant and for as long as her milk painfully remained..but she doesnt say as much. “A little.” She admits to the woman, eyes regarding her for the first time with some degree of interest. She’s smart..ost likes smart..she also likes curious..it means there are never luls in conversation. Her eyes flick to Sol..”You know i will not die, killer..why do you insist.” She looks up at Crow…”would you have a snake slithering through your gardens..coiling with the gentle lambs…if you will not remove its head..better to release it where it may stay distracted with tall grass and urts..”
Crow snapped out of his own considerations and than reached with one hand to the belt where he kept that collar. He wasn’t one that would collar any woman quick but he had made up his mind. “Those that are sweet and obedient can take men by surprise … You will not take me by it, slave.” with that he aimed the taken collar and attempted to snap it around her throat. “But don’t misunderstand me … her head will be removed if I see it fit to do so.” he promised.
Solomon Voss: “I insist because this charade you now embrace as a new beginning is not the purpose you were bred for. Thankfully perhaps for you I am not a slaver for if I were, Id have lopped of that venomous head of yours for your sudden distraction to duty. As an Assassin, I truly care not what you end up becoming.” He lied.
Mila felt her heart stop beating..well not really but it certainly felt like it..it was like inside at that very moment a huge thick wall slammed down in place,between her and what was occuring.Mila was asa vulnerable as Ost..both females in gor …Mila emplyed by these men..healer to the village only as ruse to maintain her employment and life..Mila said nothing..felt nothing..she would not allow herself such pain..she moved silently..taking the tray to the other room..herhands clammy
The Ost doesn’t like this at all, but it isnt met with hostility. Its met with an inner brokenness. Maybe its simply what happens to a slave thats so old, even one that runs off to the wild. The promise of the killer Crow is taken seriously..no matter what station she finds herself in, she wouldnt fail to acknowledge that he would kill her with all the ease of smooshing a mushroom under his foot. But…again Solomon’s words stab into her heart. How much pain must she endure from one man? “I loved you!” She suddenly cries at the man in the bed. The collar is in place…there is nothign left to lose now. Might as well shred to the winds whatever was left of her shriveling dignity. She bursts into wounded tears..trying to pull away from Crow if only because she wants to crumple on the floor.
Crow simply felt the collar lock in place while he kept her still up by his other hand. He ripped the straps from her that held her axe and placed it next ot him on the table. He didn’t seem to respond to her words or her tears. While he now released his grip, perhaps to allow her to drop to her knees. However he was still very much aware that the woman was hurt and filled with emotion, making her unpredictable and if something made him edgy it was that.
Solomon Voss: “I loved you!” The words rang in his ears. He said nothing in reply. His face a cold landscape of indifference. Within him though, her words struck him list an iron fist. He could not deny that he had wanted her devotion from their first encounter at the fire of her then Master, Sarus. Her statement spoke of past and for a moment there was sadness in his sick eyes. He would never give away his true feelings outwardly. He remained ever the Killer. “Forget about your forest, slave. You will never see them again.” He vowed.
Mila too heard her cry of love for Solomon..and it reverberated inside her..she suspected the Killer would want the liberty of crying out the same to the once again slave..but she knew words like that were rare and only whispered in the darkness of private moments..Mila fought the emotions flooding behind the wall she had put up inside..hatred filled her at the moment..disgust..sorrow..memories threatened to surface…but she fought it all off inwardly..and whispered to herself “you have your work to do” >She suddenly felt like she could not breathe..and walked quietly to the door,opening it and slipping outside..loosening her jacket by her throat as if it was that,keeping her breath restricted.She took a deep inhale of the air outside and looked up to the sky
The Ost could do no more and there on the floor of the woman’s workplace, the ost wept. A breeze rifles thorugh the room as if trying to soothe the emotional chaos within when Mila opens the door. “please..” She sobs..”please don’t do this to me…” She’s gone limp on the floor like a ragdoll. Its probably dramatic but…ost was always a bit so. Ters stain a dark spot into the wood…her heart breaking into a million pieces. Now she would be forced to endure the cruelty of Solomon and the scorn of the others. She -has- to find a way back tot he forests..and soon.
Crow was in some degrees a rather rigid man, clearly when it came to his own mastery. The words of love had perhaps triggered his own memories of the woman he lost before joining the caste. But he didn’t allow himself to dwell to long in these haunted dreams. He reached out to take that firm grip on her hair again. “It is done.” he said simply as to her enslavement once again. He wasn’t cruel but demanding and didn’t falter when it came to his own decisions, they were never without giving them real thought. “Now since you have that collar, I would suggest to speak properly … since I don’t keep it around a throat that displeases me.” he tell her. His voice one that held clear demand and gave no room for debate in what he believed was his right.
Solomon Voss: Rested his head to the pillow, the movement was full of acceptance for his situation, not merely for the venom that was flowing through his veins. Now he required some time to consider events within the infirmary. The Ost was collared, he knew not for how long and right now cared for little past the pain he still endured. When he closed his eyes he could still see the Ost knelt there at the feet of Crow. This would not be the end of matters; he thought to himself then cringed at a spasm of discomfort. Solomon considered asking Crow for ownership of the slave, to then do with as he wished. What such an ownership would mean for the slave was even unknown to Solomon and that all depended on Crow not ending her life before he was fit enough to stand and ask for the girl. Solomon’s devotion to his Caste remained intact. He would not demand anything that might be seen as weak, not in their terms but in his own. Lives had been lost to him for this reason, even if within himself he regretted his decisions.
Solomon Voss: Regrets he had found are easily brushed under the carpet. “I will sleep. My first business of importance is to rid myself of this bed.” He said loudly and closing his eyes.
Crows Murder 