A low rumbling growl echoed from Ruin's throat as his hand was swatted away, but as she screamed, and then curled over in pain, he realized she really was hurt. Agony would not be happy that a bone or two was unnecessarily flawed, but no matter. He would live, even with an arrow in his arm. However, instead of wailing on the helpless girl, Ruin stood over her, bent over, and lifted her up into his arms. Whether she squirmed or not now(he assumed the more she fought, the more pain she'd cause herself) did not matter, he held on, and would dig into her flesh with his claws if she dared to struggle to much. "No moving." Ruin's common tongue was poor. Compared to his brothers, who have both had moderate experience with those that spoke it (thus they both new some form of magic), Ruin's knowledge was pathetic. Ruin was simply the orthodox one. Magic had no use to him, he thought, common tongue was pointless, he believed, and sympathy (something that seemed to only exist in Perish really) was unheard of in Ruin. The most sympathy he ever gave his brothers was the fear of their deaths.
Ruin spoke again in his Zith language. "I'm keeping this one alive. She will serve us until she is useless or we are more desperate to eat. For now, she will fix the damage she had caused, she will teach us anything of value she may know. If she proves useless..." Ruin didn't need to go on, they would understand completely the threat on the girl. If she was more of a hassle than a use, she would die. It was that simple. "I'll take her as she is, her body hurts her, she'll not fight long. Perish, watch over Agony. If he doesn't make it home, you'll die." Ruin grinned, his brothers should very well know that he'd never kill either one of them, whether he could or not. It was also a sort of light jab at Agony for taking a hit, yet also a command to Perish, since he appeared to be completely useless in the small struggle against a single lone human girl. Suffering anything less than a flawless hunt was a shame for Ruin.
He again spoke in his broken common, repeating what he earlier said. "No moving." And with that, his large wings began to beat the air, slowly pulling him off the ground. It was more difficult to fly with additional weight tossed onto his own, but she was, thankfully, shorter and lighter, making it at least bearable. And with that, he began towards their little cave home. Ruin was obviously eager to get out before the risk of the Drykas coming was upon them. Those men were far more dangerous than Senre, even though she proved to be a hassle herself. |