Quest Caught In The Spider's Web (Dovinya)

[Ensnare]

The sharp shatter of glass still echoed within the room, and even when that ceased, it continued within his ears as a silent ring. If he were not careful moving around, he would end up cutting himself, most likely by accident. As he gazed upon the ceiling where the carved pipe system allowed fresh water into every typical Symenestra home- the crags themselves would not fit a Symenestra body but perhaps something small and sharp could. Something like... a pair of rusted scissors, but what could that possibly do? Besides accidently flooding the house with water from the above pipes.

His search through the nooks and crannies remained unsuccessful, there would be nothing more for him to find as he had tryed every cubby hole there was to find. The home itself was not very large, and lit only with ophagolms that casted their eerie light on the scene, making the glass glitter sweetly, and bitterly. In the light, if Dovinya should choose to look at the table where an item lay, the doll he had found was smiling at him.. Unwaveringly. Judging him, and his petty attempts of finding a way out to escape, mocking his situation, and silently laughing on the inside.

Plink. Went the slow drip of water, once again.

[Dovinya]

His second search through his suffocating quarters turned up nothing, but it allowed him to think more clearly, occupied as he was with the idle task at hand. Could he really shed the blood of his kin?

The question haunted him in his steps around the small home, plaguing him with the imagery of several scenarios playing out, all of them ending rather horribly from his perspective. Though Nalessa had trapped him here, leaving him to starve for stretches of time, he still could not bring himself to bring wrath against her for after all she was symenestra, and wife of his brother. Blood, especially that which binds one to another is sacred, so what would Viratas make of him if he was to so spill Nalessa's, even if it was in a poorly fashioned trap. Yet he needed to get out of here, and from the sparseness of this place it did not look as if there was any other way.

What a miserable sort he must have seemed, for he certainly felt it, sitting against the stair, staring idly at the mellow glow of the opal gloams. It was his fault he was here after all. If he had been paying more attention to the affairs of his family, maybe he might have seen this maneuvering coming and prevented this. The notion stung him, moreover because it was all from someone he trusted, and had even started building an almost amiable sort of relationship with before this all came to be. Now he looked back at that budding friendship with disgust, for he realized it was just a rues to get him where was needed, with his guard down for better measure.

He cracked his knuckles in frustration, stretching out his arms and legs to their lengths in an effort to rid himself of these dismal thoughts to no avail. It calmed him little, and only further made him aware of the fact that the water was yet dripping in its own discordant rhythm, annoyingly slow at that. Idly, he followed a drop of water as it splattered on a glittering shard of glass, reminding him poignantly of his previous morbid musings, an contrary to how he felt, he moved for the strips of cloth in the niche, his thoughts of freedom coalescing around his dark means of it.

Wrapping the cloth around his hands took little time at all, and with his flimsy protection in place he preceded to slowly pick up the largest pieces of glass he could find, while keep an eye out so as to not slice his foot open. The last thing he needed would be to wound himself in the very same way he intended to wound Nalessa, so the process was a slow one as once his hands were full he had to make the careful journey to the top of the stair just under the sole entrance to the place to deposit the glass, before going back down to gather more. It was certainly more difficult than he imagined it being, as aside from the bigger shards, the glass was hard to make out at times, dangerously so as he had to quickly shuffle in another direction at times to avoid splitting the skin off his foot.

Eventually though, he had most of the pieces just below the door, his crude trap in place for Nalessa's arrival, whenever that would be, but he felt like he could still do more so he yet looked around on the floor, gathering up smaller shards he managed to spot. HIs foot managed to find one before his eye did, the small piece driving into the sole of his foot slightly before he managed to reflexively raise it up as he hopped back in pain and surprise.

Balancing on his yet undamaged foot, he pulled his other up to inspect for the glass, the offending piece stuck into the center of his foot, and wincing he slowly pulled it out. At least it was not very large, yet his wound still stung all the same, even with the glass out, and tentatively he bound it with a strip of cloth from his bandaged hands. With his wound taken care of, he moved carefully back to the stairs, taking back up his perch as he fumed over his wound. Nothing seemed to want to go right for him, and to top it off, that infernal dripping was starting to get into his innermost thoughts, echoing within his head the perpetual noise. It was maddening.

It needed to stop, and casting about, he looked for a mean, though the first thing he noticed seemed to be oddly staring back at him, the child doll on the table mocking him with its mirth. His eyes carried over the rusted pair of scissors not far from it, and looking up at the leak he uttered a primal growl that might have surprised him if he was actually thinking about what he was doing, which he was not so lost in the moment was he.

Freeing up his hands from their wrappings as he made for the table, his immediate need to be rid of this oppressive noise eclipsed all other thoughts as he snatched up the doll and scissors. There was no more time for considering things, now was the time for action and putting the doll with the scissors in his mouth, he scaled the wall hand over hand making for the leaking ceiling. He would have his release from this noise at least since he couldn't find one from this place, and having at last reached the spot, he held in place the doll against the spot, before driving the scissors through its belly and wedged into the crevice.

With that final definite moment, he sighed with relief, hanging on the ceiling for a moment while an odd sense of calm washed over him. In a way, he was free, if only for a moment..

[Ensnare]

Dovinya's madness would bring him one step closer to freedom, for when he grabbed the doll, it would feel stiff in the back area as if something non-stuffing was inside. He wouldn't be able to feel it just then, not even while he was traversing the structure's wall up to the dripping leak. Would he notice when he aligned the doll up with the crack, as if the item were a sacrifice to an altar, and then plunge the scissors within? Yes. Though he wouldn't have taken the physical touch as a hint, the sound of metal against metal made a 'chink' noise, which echoed along the walls in his silence.

The doll was now used to fill a crack, but in the sheer moment of Dovinya's need for silence he had discovered an item worth more than simple broken glass if he so chose to rip open the doll and extract its mysterious contents. The trap above which lay shamefully on the spiral door step glittered its distain at him, reminding him about what he had internally planned to do. Nalessa was not going to return, not at that very moment, but misfortune would befall her if Dovinya kept the trap in place, ready for her return. There was still time to clean the glass up, if he had doubts.

However one thought hung in the back of his mind, ready to be grabbed if he so decided to bite, what was inside the doll?

[Dovinya]

It registered within moments for Dovinya, the telling rasp of metal on metal, and as quickly as it had come, his relief faded into confusion, his face screwing up weirdly as he regarded this doll. Reacting to the curious noise, he jerked free the scissors, letting the doll fall to the floor before finding his own way down, albeit a bit hastily. He had to know what was inside this doll!

Stumbling forward from the wall, he slid to his knees to scoop the plaything, and with his claws worked furiously to open up the cloth figure. Whatever it was, it at least allowed him at least briefly forget about his predicament, until opening up the doll and seeing its contents brought it all back with a new perspective, for good or for ill.

[Ensnare]

The doll lay tattered on the ground now, and within Dovinya's hands was a small metal hook with a broken off handle. It was worn, but seemed to be made of either steel or iron, it was long, but short enough to fit within the smallish doll. At one point in time it may have had been longer, but the handle was broken off, forever lost. At the curved end, it fish hooked slightly with a small tapering at its point. It was any wonder that the sharp stab into the doll hadn't broken the strange item a second time. Whatever it was, the leak had started again, and this time a messy drop splished on top of his head with more fervor than before.

There was either still a lot of time during the day, or the day itself was beginning to pass into night, outside his prison, he would have no way of knowing what time it was. He was subjected to waiting for Nalessa to come by again. In the meanwhile he would need to find something to retain his sanity, being finally free from his bonds, he had many choices on what to do. Being bound previously had made it plain and simple about what he could, or couldn't do, and around him was an old home- possibly even used before Dovinya's imprisonment. Seemingly there had been life in the teardrop shaped home. The doll was proof of that, a small, random toy, with an item inside overlooked by his captor.

An item that could possibly aid in his escape, or remain completely useless.

Towards the side of him there was a silent a scuttle forwards with as much grace as a Symenestran aerial dancer. It was a spider as large as maybe his thumb, semi hairy, brownish in body color, with twinkling black eyes. Dovinya had disturbed the small spider from its hiding place in one of the cubby holes all around the building's walls and it was moving right towards him. Slow paced, and angry looking. Its shadow flickered in the opalphlogoams soft light.

oocSurprise!

[Dovinya]

Metal gleamed through the quickly torn seams of the doll, the curved edge of something, something that he dare not think about during these trying times, but never the less found himself anticipating. A key. He tore more furiously at the fabric, hardly aware that his anticipation was quickly turning into frightful giddiness for all of its intensity as at the last shreds of the doll fell away leaving within his palm a simple hook with a broken off handle. It was too much to bear, and trembling visibly with the myriad of emotions welling within him, he sank ever so slowly to the floor, his golden eyes simply staring at sick trick of fate.

He wanted to hurl it against the wall, to dash it into further pieces. He wanted to break down, and cry out all his emotions. He wanted to beat down these walls, and deface the stairs. He wanted his hope back.

Instead he was left sitting their, numb to it all by the sheer overwhelming forces that roiled within him tearing his mind this way and that, his sanity hanging in the balance. He was barely aware of the cold floor gracing the pads of his feet, or that his silk wrappings hung loose across his torso. All he was aware of was the crushing disappointment he now felt at finding this object within his grasp, and a profound anger lurking on the edges of his consciousness, outraged that hoping had misled him so.

Outwardly, in that world that seemed so distant now, he was simply staring blankly at the hook, looking just as lost as he felt. Staring at how the metal elegantly curved in it's small shape, and winked just so in pervading light of the opalphlogoams. His thoughts coalesced around that shine on the metal, as he came to focus more and more on his surroundings. The light weight of the broken metal, the utter silence of the room around him save for his shallow raspy breaths reminding him that his throat was still getting used to his recent bought of talking. Finally came the notion of his sprawled position on the floor, his head propped up just slightly against the wall to look at the metal in his and.

Suddenly he felt small legs scuttling across his flesh, and panic rising within him washed away all other emotions..

oocI thought I'd let you choose where the spider crawled haha

[Ensnare]

The spider was mad, it was angry, whilst Dovinya had been distracted the eight-legged creature had made its way up his right leg, and up his knee. It was about to jump into his lap with frontal legs held up high and proudly, displaying the fangs of a powerful spider. How dare this thing, after so long, decided to disturb its peace! How dare it! The spider lunged forwards to sink its fangs into Dovinya's palor flesh.

If Dovinya did not move, or react quickly, the spider's fangs would easily poke their way through his thin, and falling apart, silk wrappings and into his flesh underneath. It was a small spider, despite its most imposing size that came with any abnormally large insectoids, and it could be swatted away if one were quick enough. However the fine hairs along its legs made it easy for the spider to cling on to what flesh and cloth there was, it would not be swatted away that easily.