Welcome Home Senre! [Perish, Agony, Senre]

[Ruin]

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.

[Agony]

OOCActually I don't have webbing (apparently, it doesn't matter if the lore says it's possible, Zith can't start with it). Had to switch it to Flux. "As if he could stop me, if that's what I wanted," commented Agony, kneeling over Senre and ripping off a piece of fabric from her attire. He was getting tired of holding his arm, and he figured since she was the one that caused this particular problem, she should contribute in it's solution. Wrapping the cloth around the wound, like a bandage, the Zith looked back towards his brother Ruin, who stood near the cave's entrance. "As if either of you could stop me." He, shortly thereafter, turned his gaze back on their prisoner, who really should have know by now that, whenever Agony looked at her, she was in a spot of trouble. Suddenly, he reached over and depressed his entire hand against her wounded chest, "Shrill. S-h-r-i-l-l. Repeat after me." Obstinacy was a trait that was only going to cause her pain, and the blue eyed Zith meant to teach her that. By the time he was done with her, he surmised, she was going to be a highly educated woman.

[Perish]

He flew inside the cave following Ruin and folded his wings as soon as his feet felt the cold rough surface of the cave. It was dark but their eyesight allowed them to see at night. Ruin had strapped Senre to the post and Agony just couldn't wait to punish her by the way he ripped her shirt open. Perish simply crossed his arms and watched as Agony started pronouncing her "new name". Perish doesn't always agree with his methods but to disagree with his brothers is like saying he didn't want to be a part of them any longer. He grew up with both of them; he would never turn from family just because he was the odd one out due to being taught differently. Either way his father’s slave didn't live long for having Perish turn out the way he did. It seemed he only cared about passing on his knowledge about magic no matter who it was he was passing it on to, Perish would never be sure. He remembered Senre's name so that he could try and talk to her when his brothers were busy doing hunting outside or when they were alone. He could even show her a bit of his magic which he thought he would go to a nearby corner to practice a little and hold it for at least a minute. He placed the longbow in one of the barrels and said, "don't worry brother, once I am more adept at using these portals maybe you'd like to put those words to action?" He smiled looking at Ruin as he walked away from the barrel. He had spoken in his native tongue before giving Senre a look of sympathy. It was momentary but then he looked back at Agony and smiled again turning to Ruin,"I doubt he will hurt what belongs to you brother". Even Perish himself wouldn't dare cross Ruin, the same went for Agony but he enjoyed bothering him rather than Ruin. He hated causing trouble since he caused it enough being useless during hunts. That did not mean he would back down from a challenge or a fight when provoked or insulted. He would gladly shed blood or even try and put something into the void if the opportunity presented itself.

[Senre]

As they entered the cave she blinked several times, trying to get her eyes to adjust as much as possible to the lack of light. She would only succeed just enough to see the outlines of each male, but only as they moved. She frowned as she found herself tied to a bed, and she fussed, pulling at her hands and feet. Her form jumped as her clothing was ripped, her eyes shifting to the being who stood over her.. Who is this..? She was trying to make out his features, but wasn't doing very well. However, as pressure was applied to her chest her eyes set wide, shaking within their sockets. As he spoke, she then knew who it was. Agony "Shrill. S-h-r-i-l-l. Repeat after me." Her eyes narrowed, wondering if they would soon figure out that she wasn't going to let them just change her name. Her lips parted, her voice coming out hard and flat. "Senre. S-E-N-R-E." She was aware of the pain in her chest, but she found the male in front of her to be quite pathetic, seeing as how he went directly to where she was already injured.

[Ruin]

Ruin chuckled lightly at Perish's talk. Surely he meant 'he won't kill what belongs to you', in reference to Senre, but for all Ruin cared, Agony could break her knees and cut out her tongue. She could still have the ability to bandage any wounds they happened to get them. The brothers could practice their common tongue with her, Ruin himself had no desire, and if they got bored, they could make her scream in pain, as long as they didn't get too obnoxious (and again he thought only Agony would take advantage of such brutality, Perish almost seemed to care at times, Ruin really needed to see if he could change that). Ruin, however, did have his limits, since Senre was his. She was not to be killed until he was good and ready for her to die, and he would be the one to do it, and for no reason was Agony or Perish to 'let their curiosity' get the better of them and try to... Ruin was against trying to make offspring with other races (since his blood was pure, he wanted his family's to always remain so), but Senre was his. Agony and Perish could take their own slaves and do whatever sexual acts they so desired on them, but not on Senre, she was to remain untouched in that sense. Ruin slowly turned away from the moonlit view of the Sea of Grass to face Perish, he nodded and smiled. It wasn't quite a 'thank you', but it was about as close as Ruin ever got to congratulating, accepting, thanking, or boasting on his brothers, and Agony was typically the recipient of such looks. "Now, rest up if you'd so wish, or play with your magic, help Agony teach Shrill her name, whatever you want. I'm going to watch here for now. The thought of those Drykas does not settle well in me. I do not see them risking their lives, their horses, for a stranger like this girl, but we've met a few heroic ones in the past." Ruin grinned again, there was once or twice when a few Drykas ventured into the night in attempt to save whatever weakling the brothers captured, and even though they were strong and formidable, they weren't Zith, they couldn't survive in a battle hidden by the moon's dull gazes.

[Agony]

Agony's lips almost seemed to curve upwards, just in the slightest, as if it was a trick of the light. He had tried to use pain to teach their slave her place, but was pleasantly surprised to find it didn't have the effect he expected. In truth, he never liked to cause pain other than to simply cause it, but he believed a brief application at this juncture might produce the desired effect without too much more trouble. When it didn't, however, his mind eagerly delighted in thoughts of various other methods he was much more happy to employ. The physical body was such a resilient, adaptive thing. Nearly anyone could grow accustomed to nearly any level of pain, but yet the slightest bit of discomfort was something that tended to gnaw at people. Emotional discomfort, even more so. This, Agony thought, was a much more effective and enjoyable training tool. "I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name, and nonentities get no food, no water..." The Zith looked at Senre as if he was gazing at an ant, those cold eyes revealing nothing of themselves, "...and no clothes." Agony never really understood the need for most species to clothe themselves even when there was no actual reason to, but he did understand the attachment they had to that same notion. He knew that stripping most people of their attire and leaving then naked for all to see could be the equivalent of stripping them of their self-respect, their dignity. He wasn't entirely certain what cultural mores made this so, only that it was a weakness his people had no use for... a weakness he could exploit. The Zith's claws tore at Senre's clothing until they were naught but thin strips hanging off her bare skin. Once this was done, Agony brought his lips to her ear, and whispered ever so lightly, "Brothers share, and share alike." His Common was nearly as flawless as his capacity for cruelty was infinite, and the love he had for his brothers made him all that more willing to to whatever had to be done. It was something his brother Perish would have to come to terms with, one day. "Get some rest brother. The Drykas are not fools, they won't attack now, while we have the advantage of darkness." Agony looked away from Senre and towards Ruins, purposely trying to bait her into doing something while he seemed to have his attention divided. She still had teeth, for now, and he was kind of hoping she'd try and use them.

[Perish]

He listened to Ruin before he heard Agony ripping through Senre's clothes. "Brother I can look out for the Drykas. It won't be so hard, especially during the night", he said in his usual high pitched tone. He turned away from watching Agony and looked outside the cave. It was the dead of night and no one will come looking at this time. To track down flying Zith back to their cave is hard enough, and even three is more than enough. No one woud come now he was sure, but better now to practice a little of his voiding rather than not. "Ruin", he started again, "I'll play with my magic since you never know you might just walk into it". He said it all with a grin, since he was an insomniac at times. He offered simply because if he was going to practice his magic he might as well do it keeping watch. Perish could hear the rustling of the grass playing with the wind. Whenever it was quiet it was nice to hear such things and yet irritating at times. They came with a moment of peace and then with a warning. The grass could never inform you well on the dangers that approach nearby. That was why they lived in a Sea of Grass, or Perish thought so. He liked to think about useless things when he was busy doing nothing. "I don't think Agony needs any assistance with convincing her that her real name is Shril".

[Senre]

"I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name, and nonentities get no food, no water..." "...and no clothes" Senre winced, her form shifting about as her clothing was torn, only because Agony's claws scratched against her stomach, making her bleed. Her deep green eyes glared at the figure as he leaned close. "Brothers share, and share alike." Her lips parted, forming into a sly smirk. "Pervert." This was all she had to say about his shredding off her clothing. However, what he said confused her, she didn't really understand that. But now she knew that the three were related. As Agony's attention shifted away from her, her head turned away from him. She found him to be.. well.. smelly. The thought of turning and biting the his cheek, did in fact cross her mind, but also she had considered that she didn't really know where the male had been . Her hands twisted against the rope that tied her hands together, finding it annoying. She was just slightly paranoid with her having her arms above her head like this, being unable to move them, like this. She was teased by a bunch of boys when she was younger, they tied her down, nearly exactly how Ruin had tied her up, she was left there for days until her father had found her, this bringing on her phobia of having her arms pinned for long periods of time. With her head turned away from Agony , her breathing was coming in very quiet and light movements, very controlled breathing. She was tired, she didn't feel like listening to Agony continue trying to make her learn this new dumb name. She didn't seem to care very much for any of them, but with the position she was in, maybe she'd just be bossed around for a while, then take off when all three of them leave at once. Her deep green eyes slid closed, her face turned towards the wall of the cave, away from all of them. She needed to sleep, her body was already beginning to shut down. Her head leaned against her arm, her form falling into sleep. She didn't care what they saw, she quietly considered caring later.

[Ruin]

Ruin gave a silent nod, a faint grin, and a quick glance at Perish. He must have known that Ruin wanted to see his new prize. Not to mention that it did worry him that Agony was toying with her, it's not like Agony never accidentally killed someone before, though those were usually the more painful ways to die, slower, when the Zith was enjoying it. Even Ruin didn't have the patience for prolonged torture, he could do a few quick slashes and such, but Agony was creative, utilized everything he could when he could think of it, and that's why Ruin both respected and envied him (again, he would never admit), he was especially cruel and could keep up the game for a long time. Ruin left Perish at his post towards the cave entrance as he slowly wandered back of the cave, straight towards Senre and Agony. "Thank you Agony, we can continue her lesson tomorrow night." Ruin meant that he was going to bed, even though they still had a few hours of darkness left, he had been restless the whole previous day, which kept him from sleeping adequately, but he could sleep now. He bent over and picked up the bound, and now mostly nude, Senre and moved her farther on the edge of his bed, lying her back down, he tightly wrapped his wings around him, a little warmer, a little more comfortable, and he lied down next to her. It was without a doubt that if she made even the slightest attempt to move away, he would feel her as well as hear her, and chances were that he was a light sleeper. Predators often were. The Zith lied in the bed, facing towards Senre, who seemed nearly as tired as him, maybe more so. Until now, he had forgotten that humans weren't nocturnal, not like the Zith. She was probably exhausted, sleep-deprived, since they began their struggle hours ago. The Zith himself began to close his eyes as well, hoping she'd sleep for a long time, he'd hate to have to tie her up against the post and smother her mouth if it was unnecessary. Hopefully she'd have more uses than the last human they turned into their little slave. The useless ones don't live long, but, Ruin supposed, were the ones Agony truly loved to toy with.

[Agony]

Agony was about to reach for his water-skin, when Ruin had picked up his pet and taken her to his bed. For a second there, the blue eyed Zith thought his brother might want to have a little fun with her, but as it turned out, he was simply keeping her close. Agony planned to deprive Senre of sleep, but in order to do that, he would have to stay awake right along with her. So, maybe Ruin had the right idea, as it had been a long night. Tomorrow, however, was definitively going to be a day filled with "fun and adventure" for the spirited girl, and however much Agony may have admired that spirit, it simply had to go. He usually slept armed and armored the night after a hunt, and today was no different as Agony curled up on the cold, hard floor of the cave. Not liking to sleep on anything warm, let alone soft, he actually preferred the rough surface underneath him to a bed. "Try not kill her in your sleep, brother. It took us quite awhile to clean up the mess last time." The blue eyed Zith offered one last comment before closing his eyes, "Damn waste, too." He truthfully didn't trust Perish to defend them from a Drykas attack as they slept, but watch duty he could probably handle... assuming some shiny bauble didn't distract him from the task. One day, Agony swore, him and his brother were going to have to sit him down for a nice long talk on the circumstances of his infancy. Mother tripped... it could have happened to anyone.