Time Stamp: Day 59 of Summer, AV 510 |
Finally Ruin stepped into the cave, thankful to give his wings a rest, and he quickly moved inside. With the night still full, there was nothing that allowed Senre to see at all. No light, nothing. However, Ruin was able to maneuver perfectly, good old Zith always coming in handy, avoiding a few barrels, Agony's bunk, and moving more towards the back, where he dropped the captive, Senre, onto his own bed. Without a word, he began to unravel the rope at his waist. To those that could see in the dark, it was obvious what he was going to do. Binding her against his notorious ten foot pole to make sure she did not try to throttle them as they slept. That would be most unfortunate. "No moving." Ruin spoke his most repeated common phrase of the night once again as he snatched Senre's legs and quickly tied them together at the ankles. If she decided to resist, which he, again, assumed wouldn't be likely with her wounded chest, he would simply sit on her while he went to work, and if that didn't work, pain would follow. "No moving." Ruin continued to repeat himself as he next went for the arms, taking her hands he would bind them in a strange fashion, crossing her wrists to make an almost 'X' shape with the rope keeping her arms and hands cocked so that they could not unravel themselves or reach the knot to loosen themselves. Ruin found himself thankful that he had learned how to tie pretty decent knots, it went well with holding slaves. After examining his work, Ruin nodded in approval and allowed 'Shrill' to lie on his bed. 'Humans sleep at night. Shrill tired yes? Sleep, soon you fix brother." Ruin, without considering that the girl was blind in this darkness, pointed at Agony, meaning she was to doctor him until his wound was better, which, hopefully for her and Agony, would be soon. Leaving Senre in the bed, Ruin walked back through the cave, rubbing his palm viciously against Perish's scalp as he passed by, and stood at the entrance to the cave. He was worried that the Drykas people would come after them. surely they knew where the Zith were, they knew everything that moved within the Sea of Grass. Ruin could understand how useful webbing was to Agony, but he also comprehended that his brother was a novice, the Drykas could see about anything, he believed. Meaning that the brothers always had to watch their backs, especially now with one Zith wounded. Ruin spoke to Perish in his common Zith language. "Get some rest if you need it. I will stand here until night passes. I don't trust those horse people. They're strong warriors, but deal too much in business that doesn't concern them." Ruin slowly turned his head to face Perish, grinning faintly for a brief moment. "Make sure Agony doesn't kill my prize." Ruin knew perfectly well that Perish wouldn't kill the girl, not yet. Perhaps when he was truly hungry and pressed for food would he turn on the human, but Perish was never one to jump to eating a person. It wasn't that he refused to do it, but he was never as motivated to carve them up and dig in. Even Ruin, who was the most traditional and simple minded, could see this. It made him often wonder what caused Perish to be different from the 'Natural' Zith. Perhaps he would never understand. |