[Flashback]Unexpected Students(Hex)

[Hatot]

56th Day of Fall, 509 A.V.

Hatot began his morning with us usual practice. By now, Hex was growing used to the hours that Hatot was keeping himself, waking just around the same time. Instead of just watching, she stood just a few feet off to Hatot’s side, this time practicing the movements he made, mimicking them as best she could. He hands and nails especially now, had been strengthened enough that by the repeated training of thrusting her hands into dense, cold soil repeatedly for days on end. Her movements becoming swift enough that the blades of grass that her hands swiped at now bent under the strike, rather than bouncing back as they normally did when striking their tips.

“Your movements are improving rapidly.” Hatot commented, as a blurred motion of his own hand went through the blade of grass he struck at, sending the tip flying into the air for a moment before landing in the thick of it. “Eventually the blades will be reaped from your motion alone, and not just bend to your will. It is during these times that you must begin learning control. For not all opponents need be killed, after all. Sometimes, you need only strike to disable, but if you haven’t the control to hold back your strike, those that you merely intend to incapacitate could become crippled. The art that Akalaks like myself follow, is one of discipline. It’s whole practice is about control. To strike swiftly, accurately and with just enough force for the desired result.”

“However, for those such as slavers and brigands, who think of nothing but to steal, rape and murder?” Hatot said as he took in a slow, deep breath, drawing back both of his hands. His hands then thrust forward in repeated blurred strikes. Movements which Hex was now beginning to see more clearly, as his fingertips severed each blade of grass it aimed for, even as it swayed in the wind. “Let your hands strike without holding back. For I believe you know as well as I, that if they come towards you, they will not extend to you any form of honor.”

As Hex was about to speak, a rustling of the grass soon caught Hatot’s attention, as his head snapped towards the direction of the sound. He soon raised his hand towards Hex, motioning her to fall silent for a moment as he continued to observe the grass line. Then, as suddenly as the shifting had started, it had stopped. Hatot kept his gaze on the area, taking a step forward. Hatot’s eyes widened then as the grasses suddenly parted and a screeching cry announced the charge of a adolescent Glassbeak. Hatot’s eyes shifted back towards Hex for a moment before focusing once again on the Glassbeak. He quickly charged forward towards it, creating distance between him and Hex as he moved to intercept the predatory bird. It’s beak shimmered in the sun’s light and as soon as it got into range, it lunged at Hatot, it’s hind legs rising as claws extend. Hatot suddenly ducked down, veering off to the side as his hand went thrusting outward, catching the Glassbeak by it’s leg, lightly. “Tch, not a full hit.” Hatot muttered under his breath as he quickly turned around.

The Glassbeak veered his head around, lowering it as it began a slow hiss at Hatot. “Hex, find a hiding spot.” Hatot called out, kicking dirt up at the Glassbeak to keep it’s attention when it began to look towards Hex. “Remember what I said to you about my darker half. If he should surface, keep hidden until his rage passes.”

Hex got the impression that Hatot’s fear for her at that moment, didn’t stem so much from what the Glassbeak might potentially do, but what his other half, Radris would. Hatot slowly lowered himself, his fingers opening and closing into fists as his brow knotted into a frown. The last time he faced one of these beasts, was the first time that Radris had shown himself. As they slowly began to circle each other, a fear of something similar occurring ebbed at his conscious.

[Hex]

Hatot and the glassbeak circled each other like two orbs of energy; polar and unstable, and slowly building in an intensity only conjured by battle. The Radris that Hatot had spoken about loomed below the surface and as Hex slipped back out of his sight, an illusion of her hiding to let him focus on the beast, and observed from a far the beginnings of his transformation. Flickering from his body like the children flames of a forest fire, his aura began churning around his body like red snakes devouring their cool blue brothers. Hex switched her auristic attention to the glassbeak as it gracefully danced on its feet, roaring and attempting to intimidate Hatot. But it didn't know the Akalak, and it had never met Radris - it was about to find out. The beast was healthy and strong, perhaps to the benefit of a fruitful supply of meat, and at first it seemed like there was little in terms of weaknesses for the vivid glassbeak. But there it was twinkling through a haze of colours like the glint from a silver miza buried beneath a garden of sand and rocks; a hereditary weakness of the left femur bone coupled with a tiny crack in the surface. It was a miniscule window of opportunity but with patience and speed at the right time, Hex would wait for the time to flank the beast and plunge her knife into its flesh.

[Hatot]

Hatot circled the bird, it’s own movements mimicking his as it lowered it’s head, hissing in an attempt to intimidate Hatot, force him to turn and flee so it could go for the chase. Hatot didn’t give it the opportunity though, as he stood his ground, arching his body back quickly as it took the occasional snap. He submitted to having a little fear of the Glassbeak, for it was an attack from one of them that first freed Radris from the cage that Hatot had set up, and it almost cost another Akalak his life as a result. Still, that fear would not dictate Hatot’s life. He decided that long ago. “You will not have an easy meal here.” Hatot hissed at the bird, his brow knotting up slightly as the golden hue in his eyes almost seemed to shift, taking on a hint of red in them every now and then.

For the first time since Hex had met Hatot, she saw him backing away in as the bird lunged forward, raking the claws of it’s hind legs through the air while also lunging it’s head forward for a bite. The foe was different, it’s attacks encompassing a wide area, allowing little room for Hatot’s evasive movements to dance around before moving in for an attack. Attacks would have to be made as the bird landed, but the window was small, and Hatot would have to move forward again. A quick step forward found Hatot’s hand thrusting forward at the flesh of the Glassbeak’s head, just behind the shimmering beak of the animal itself. His hope was to damage a small amount of nerves there, making it difficult for the large predatory bird to open and close it’s beak. The same principle of hindering an opponents ability to wield their weapons in Hatot‘s style, also extended to animals and monsters it would seem. His plan, however, was quickly outdone by the Glassbeak’s superior speed as it’s head thrust forward again, taking another bite at Hatot’s incoming arm, forcing him to withdraw it quickly to avoid severe damage.

Hatot let out a scoff of frustration, his heart beginning to beat faster as. As Hex examined his aura, the usual blue calm aura that he emitted seemed to have an addition this time, as a red color began to flicker out from his core like a flame. It’s movement was jagged, chaotic and fierce, like a contained explosion looking for an escape. For a split second, if Hex had focused, she could have sworn to have seen the outline of a face within that aura, one contorted in rage, it’s mouth agape in a scream, mouthing the words, “Let me out!”

Hatot took another step back as the Glassbeak lunged it‘s head forward again, it‘s beak suddenly biting down at empty air. Hatot took the advantage of it‘s own attack this time as his hand swung down, his fingers hitting along the side of it‘s head. A glancing blow, and off target. While the Glassbeak squealed out in pain, that was all it did as he reared it‘s head back, still stepping forward towards Hatot. The desired effect was not achieved as the thick feather covering of the Glassbeak‘s body created an illusion of where the intended place to strike laid.

Hatot‘s mind quickly began to form tactics as he observed the Glassbeak moving. It was a dangerous animal indeed, but the height of it‘s danger laid in two things. One was the fact that the animal was a pack hunter, most of the time hunting with numbers. The other was the initial charge and strike it made, that burst of speed from it‘s hiding spot and force of it‘s strike with razor sharp talons and beak relying on that speed. This one appeared alone, oddly enough, and it‘s initial charge failed. While it was still fast and it‘s attacks strong, those attacks were now a bit more predictable as Hatot had to only watch for movement from two areas. Still, such knowledge did not provide opportunity enough to outright defeat the large creature. It would still be an uphill battle for Hatot to conquer. His only grace was that Hex was no where to be seen. This relieved him slightly as the pair of combatants slowly moved towards the area where she had initially ran from.

[Hex]

A flood of sensational energy bubbled under the surface of Hatot's soul, the aura of Radris punching and breaking away at the exterior Hatot tried so often to maintain. Torn between unleashing his inner self on the beast before him, and keeping Hex out of danger. Watching from between blades of grass, Hex watched not only with her eyes but opened up her auristics to Hatot and his shifting form. The anger rose through his veins like blood, and she could see the red glow swim through his body and escape out his pores like a mist permeating the air with the force of a blade whipping through his skin. Radris had been building inside, fighting Hatot into the back of his own body, forcing to come out and defend them both. Hatot may have been skilled in his unarmed art, but Hatot was cautious and second guessed what Radris didn't. Radris was the passionate fire ripping out into the world from his cage, and he could save them all, unless Hex got into his way. There in one sudden burst Radris was free, exploding out from Hatot's body like a mutation growing wildly. Djed shot out in different directions, painting the air with razor sharp lights and thick auras, nearly blinding Hex as she focused on him with her mind. The wind around them almost seemed to pick up speed, swirling and pounding their bodies with stones and grass. Even the glassbeak hesitated slightly as Radris appeared, glowing red and smoldering like a chasm of fire. Steadily, Hex had manoeuvred herself to the side, out of sight but still within range to hit the glassbeak from a distance. In a series of tiny moments, Hex read the intentions of the glassbeak who, during Radris's arrival, had thought to lunge forward and rake its claws into the tiny opening Radris had left exposed. The hunting knife in her hand shook with her anticipation, but she hesitated no longer and with all her efforts she raised the knife by the blade and whipped it forward towards the glassbeak as it planted its feet into the ground in a run. She could only hope the knife wouldn't miss...

[Hatot]

Hatot could feel the rage of Radris swelling within him, like a churning in his stomach that knotted up and sent waves of unease through his body. He had to be quick, he had to avoid getting hurt. There was significant hesitation on his part, however. The Glassbeak in question represented something very real to Hatot. While the one he faced now was not the one he had confronted when he was fifteen, the species of creature in whole represented the key to when Radris first made himself known. The very sight of them forced Radris to swell, to put that much more effort into taking control. So much, that it eventually took all of Hatot’s will to keep him at bay.

It was that act alone, that caused him to lose his focus on the Glassbeak in front of him, as it lunged forward, clamping it’s beak down along Hatot’s left shoulder, tearing into flesh and bone as blood began to trail down his shoulder and chest at a rapid pace. Hatot’s leather armor likely saved him from having his arm completely bitten off, but the injury was still great as an echo of pain roared out from Hatot’s mouth. His eyes went wide with a building frenzy as his teeth gritted, hissing out a slight growl as he began reaching up to the Glassbeak’s head, about to wrench it’s grip on his shoulder away. Just then, the blurred movement of a small object zipped through his field of vision, hitting the Glassbeak along it’s leg as it suddenly released it’s bite on Hatot’s shoulder, squealing out in pain itself.

Hatot’s eyes began growing red with Radris’ rage. He could no longer hold the beast at bay, this much he knew. Finally, seeing the handle of the dagger, Hatot knew Hex was still near by, and before he lost all control he yelled out, “Hex! Keep yourself hidden. Don’t come out until the rage has passed!”

Then, all shades of Hatot’s blue aura finally disappeared from Hex’s vision, giving way to a red inferno of color that seemed to stretch out a great distance, encompassing the Glassbeak and nearly reaching the area Hex laid. The howl of a berserker’s scream replaced any form of normal dialect as muscles tightened along the arms of the Akalak, now known as Radris. The golden hues of his eyes were now a blood red, his face and gaze now contorted in a look of anger. The Glassbeak shied away, giving a defensive hiss of warning as it limped back a couple of steps, seeing for the first time a beast who’s ferocity likely exceeded it’s own.

Radris’ left arm laid limp at his side, motionless due to his wound and still bleeding heavily. Still, he stepped forward towards the Glassbeak, who took another slow step backwards in response. The Glassbeak began to feel confined, cornered by it’s injury and Radris’ rage, and in that situation the Glassbeak did what only came natural as it lunged forward for another bite. Radris, unlike Hatot, showed no hesitation. As the Glassbeak lunged forward, Radris’ right hand closed into a fist, rather than remaining open as it had when Hatot fought. With the full strength he could give, Radris’ fist then swung around, slamming hard into the beak of the creature. A slight cracking sound could be heard as the Glassbeak’s head was forced to the side by the strength of the blow, causing it to stumble slightly. Radris didn’t let up in his assault, his right hand suddenly rearing back in another strike. It connected with the Glassbeak, striking it’s beak again, this time sending broken away shards flying into the grass as it fell to it’s side from both the force of the strike and injured leg.

Radris lunged forward, raising his fist into the air as he brought it slamming down along the head of the momentarily prone Glassbeak, further stunning the creature. The fight was not totally gone from the predatory bird, however, as the talons of it’s uninjured leg thrashed out, plunging deep into Radris’ leg in an attempt to kick him off. The injury only registered with Radris by form of another angered howl, as he dropped his fist along the Glassbeak’s head once again, denting the ground by the transferred force. Radris’ fingers then shot out, gripping the Glassbeak by it’s throat. Strong fingers squeezed and painful squeels from the Glassbeak suddenly started getting cut off, it’s body continuing to try to wrench itself free. There was a quick jerk from the Glassbeak’s body as the tip of Radris’ fingers suddenly broke through flesh. Radris suddenly yanked backward as a trail of blood spurted outward, covering the front of Radris’ armor and lower face. There was a final jolt of motion from the Glassbeak, as it’s talon tore through the rest of Radris’ leg before totally locking up and going limp along the ground.

Radris’ frame still remained tense, a growl still escaping his lips as he slowly stood up. His hand idly dropped the piece of the Glassbeak’s throat he had ripped away. With a heavy limp, his shoulder and leg still bleeding heavily, Radris rounded the Glassbeak, standing over it’s head as he observed it for a long moment. Hex may have, at this point, though the initial rage of Radris had passed. When Radris suddenly dropped to his knees, screaming out further in mindless rage as he repeatedly continued to slam his fist into the Glassbeak’s skull, Hex knew she would have been wrong.

Radris’ pointless pummeling of the Glassbeak’s skull continued, for what seemed like, a full bell. His hand was covered in blood, both the Glassbeaks’s and his own as the skin along his knuckles had torn away. Slowly, however, Radris’ screams continued to fade, turning into grunted huffs of air, and eventually verbal insults. “Petching buzzard!” Radris yelled, slamming his fist along it again. “I’ll rip your head off! Kill you!”

Finally, after a short couple more chimes, Radris fell back into a sitting position. His body was slumped, his breathing slow and forced. Perhaps he had exhausted himself, or perhaps it was the loss of blood, but eventually Radris’ frame fell backward, laying along the ground. He was finally spent, unable to move physically anymore save for his eyes and mouth. “Not gonna let you back out yet, Hatot.” Radris proclaimed weakly as he continued to lay there, oblivious to Hex’s presence for the moment.

[Hex]

Radris was a hurricane, arms swinging so violently and in coordination that the air being disturbed around his body had become dense before shooting out in shock waves and then dispersed through a lattice of tall grass. Eruptions of his aura shocked Hex, and she lay open with her auristics, eyes closed, hands to the ground, watching with all but her eyes the carnage that transpired barely 40 feet away. Hex could only manage to look upon his aura for short periods of time, as the longer she stayed hooked without taking a breather, the intensity burned unlike anything she had ever connected with. She fought through the blinding pain once or twice, her curiosity of Radris possibly burning stronger than the thundering of her cosmic state. He was a god to her, powerful and vicious and unrelenting. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and sensations of fluttering in her gut made her head spin and her body tingle. Radris, with his aura, had ignited her, set aflame to her internal chemistry that churned and propelled with force the djed that powered her auristics. Indulging in his aura was intoxicating and Hex was sipping from it like ale, relishing in its glorious blood pumping energy. She was utterly absorbed in him. In the midst of the bell that it took Radris to fold in on himself, Hex had slinked back to their camp and collected her medical supplies, and a kettle of hot water. She waited there in the grass as Radris pummeled the body of the glassbeak, rendering it to a jam like substance comprised of coagulated blood and shattered bone. The loss of blood brought Radris to his knees, and with it his aura diminished, its red flames descending back into his body like a setting sun. Hex approached him slowly as his words beat the air like his fists did before, and she watched for any second wind of energy that might jolt him into movement - he really could snap her neck in an instant if she didn't subdue him quickly. There she stood over him with relaxed hands, observing the cool blue aura of Hatot resurfacing and pushing Radris back down below. He continued thrashing for several chimes, but eventually the only movement from him was the beating of his heart, the twitching of his eyes, and the staggered breath of Hatot's final struggle to quiet his violent side. The smell of hot blood nearly suffocated her, making her curl her lip and close the back of her nose with her throat to breathe out of her mouth without smelling the air. The mess all over his torso and hands was thick like mud, and it was impossible to gauge how much of the blood belong to him and how much was from the glassbeak's broken body. When the descending Radris caught sight of Hex examining him from above, his eyes widened and she immediately sensed the wild torrent of rage stirring stubbornly back to health. With that she pulled herself down to face him and placed his hand over her forehead. Sleep she commanded, and used what auristic strength she had to shove Radris's aura back down into submission. With only a novice ability in auristics at the time, the act exhausted Hex greatly, but he had passed into a slumber before long and she sat down to collect herself for the next difficult task of sewing him up. What if Radris awoke instead of Hatot? No, he was much too spent - having saved them both and suffered injuries. She felt at ease as she looked him over, letting her worry fade and her determination to heal him come forth. The Rak'keli mark on her palm glowed brilliantly as she pressed it towards the gaping flesh of his two wounds. She wouldn't be able to close them with the touch, but she could at least stop infection from the vile saliva of the glassbeak. The wounded area glowed under her hand and she felt a rush of pain flow through her body as she absorbed what she could. The shoulder was cleaned first and shortly after the leg was cleaned as well. A rag was soaked in the hot herbal water she prepared, and steadily she wiped away at the crusting blood that dried around the gaping wound. The damage was extensive, but he was lucky; just a few more inches over and he would have bled to death from a ruptured major artery. The sun threatened to take away her light, and so Hex moved as fast as she could in the exhausted state she was in, wringing out the bloody water and pulling away the dirt that covered the flesh around his wounded shoulder and leg. The bone needle was sterilized as best that could be done in the grasslands, and she began threading it as she watched Hatot's face, hoping he would not wake before she was done. His shoulder took some time to start, the flesh swollen and tough to push the needle through; but with time and patience she managed to close the wound while it was still clean, and applied a thick healing salve she had learned to make from studying medicinal herbalism. Next came the leg, which took a huge amount of thread and nearly forty stitches. The job wasn't perfect, but it held together adequately enough that he might be able to recover. With immense luck, Hatot stayed relatively unconscious for the entirety of both procedures, allowing Hex to do her work without having to deal with him waking up. A blanket was draped over him and a fire built a few feet away. She couldn't possibly drag him back to his camp and so brought the camp to him, at least for the time being. She waited till he awoke, laying down by his side and curling her knees up to her chest. Despite his injuries he was pleasantly warm, and it wasn't long before Hex wiggled towards him in her sleep, eventually pressing her back against his arm.

[Hatot]

Eyes slowly fluttered open as dark skies hung over his field of vision, slight orange hues of a color highlighting the horizon announcing the sun’s approach. Pain simply filled his whole body as a general negative disposition fueled his thoughts. As eyes opened fully, revealing iris’ blood red in color, it had appeared that Radris had not quite left the building yet. A slow grunt escaped his lips as he tried to move, finding pain swelling up in his left shoulder and leg, even with simple movements.

His gaze soon traveled down, seeing the blanket covering him as a look of confusion crossed his features. His head slowly turned then, seeing the figure of the female that laid beside him, nestled up along his arm. A devious smile crossed his lips then as his eyes narrowed. “Well, if it isn’t the little student.” Radris whispered out, barely audible in the quite morning. “Here’s a lesson for you. You shouldn’t fall asleep next to me.”

Radris then slowly tossed the blanket off his frame using his good arm, rolling to his side with a slight wince. His breath was held as pain ran along his shoulder, moving the hand of his injured arm slowly over towards Hex’s sleeping frame. Her back to him, his fingers then slowly began working over the leather straps to her bone armor, undoing them one by one from the top to the bottom, pausing only when she made slight motion and made noise as if she were about to awake. When they had all been undone, Radris’ fingers then slipped under the edge of one of the flaps, the blue skin of his fingers sliding gently along her skin as the bone armor was slid forward and eventually pushed off her frame. It partially laid along the ground, hanging only by the strap that wrapped around the back of her neck, but revealing enough of her that Radris’ grin only grew as his hand continued to widened.

“I ain’t sleeping no more, but you are.” Radris then said as his hand ran flat over the surface of her stomach before moving upward, the palm of his hand cupping the underside of her breast. The size of his hand practically engulfed the size of her own breast, as his thumb and finger bent slightly, pinching the tip of her nipple between them. “That hasn’t woken you yet, huh?”

Radris’ hand then began to slide downward, his gaze following his hand as it rand over the line of along the center of her stomach before coming up along the side of her hip. Soft chuckles escaped his lips as his hand ran along the side of her rear, cupping it for a moment and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s see, exactly how much using your little magic to push me into sleep exhausted you.” Radris said before his hand then continued to move down, hooking along Hex’s inner thigh, close to her knee, lifting it slightly. His own leg was then slide forward as he hissed out a breath of pain, resting his knee between her legs to keep them propped opened slightly.

Radris’ hand then began to move upward along Hex’s thigh, a venomous look of enjoyment on his face as he lower his head, his tongue slipping out and sliding slowly along Hex’s shoulder. Soon, his hand disappeared under the layer of her skirt, his hand finding the exposed warmth underneath as his hand began making subtle massaging motions first. Then, adding credit to the true darkness of the caged Akalak that was Radris, he went further as one of those large fingers explored further in it’s act of violation.

Just as quickly, however, Radris’ hand yanked away, as a loud scream erupted from his mouth as he rolled onto his back once again, his whole body locking up and becoming stiff as the muscles along his body became taught with tension. “No! Hatot you petching bastard!” Radris yelled out to the morning skies. “I’m not ready to go back! Not YET!”

But despite the protest, despite his struggle, Radris’ voice soon began to die down, only to be replaced by the screams of pain echoing in Hatot’s voice. The red color in his iris’ slowly melded away back into edge of his iris’, like a milky liquid running off a smooth surface, revealing the golden color of Hatot’s eyes beneath. Hatot’s body then went limp, an expression of pure pain and regret appearing on his face as he took heavy gasps of air, his chest rising and falling like a large animal, spent and exhausted.

[Hex]

Jolted from sleep, Hex awoke to the agonized scream of Radris as he pounded the ground with his fist and shook the earth around them. She opened her bloodshot eyes with a start and scrambled onto her hands and knees, spinning away from him to gain distance so she could see what was going on. Her bone armour swung loosely around her neck and a hand flung to her chest to feel that one of her nipples was painfully bruised, and that while in her sleep he had undone the ties on her back. At first she felt violated by his touch, as it wasn't soft and gentle like she had imagined Hatot would be. She knew Radris had deceivingly stirred below the surface, and she felt incredibly foolish sleeping near him. She was naive to that side of Hatot, and the conflicting emotions she had regarding how addicted to Radris's energy she was boiled her body uncomfortably. She felt a sore wetness between her legs and she knew he had tried to touch her, to take from her what little purity she had left. She was furious and aroused all at once, a strange and unwelcome sensation to her. More cautious than embarrassed, Hex quickly turned away from him to fasten the ties on her back, tuning out the struggles and screams that erupted from Radris as Hatot saved Hex from his brutality. Her breast was tender against the snug armour but she ignored the pain while boring her eyes into Hatot, who looked to be a bulging mixture of sheepish rage. Her hands shook but her voice showed no evidence of her internal state, it was cool and calm and she turned her face away to look out into the grasses before snapping back and regarding his panting form. "Stop thrashing like that, both of you. I don't want to stitch you back up again." She raised her voice above her normal soft tone, trying to stand her ground firmly and hide the fact that she was crumbling inside. The thought of touching Radris and absorbing the delicious emotions he so generously spilled from his pours tantalized her - called her like a vicious sea witch calls sailors to their deaths.

[Hatot]

Hatot , came to a still lay along the grass, his eyes wide, filled with both terror and disgust over Radris’ actions, masking the knotted up brow that displayed the pain he felt in his shoulder and leg. His body remained still, his gaze fixed along the sky. His head turned slightly then, his voice etched with tones of regret as he let out small grunts of pain over the movement, looking at Hex. “Are you hurt?” Hatot asked, knowing the question would be “no” on so many levels. He asked all the same, his gaze shying away from her own, ashamed to meet it. “I’m sorry, sorry for what he did. I couldn’t take control sooner.”

Hatot then suddenly tried to sit up, grunting out in pain again as his frame fell back to the earth. His hand reached out, gripping the wound along his shoulder as blood began to dribble between his fingers. Whispers in the Akalak language was then given, as his tone suggested his was cursing under his breath, but not at the pain as Radris’ name was brought up many times.

[Hex]

Hex trembled slightly as he spoke to her, not sure whether to trust his words or not. Even though Radris emitted a different aura and spoke in a different tone, Radris might be devious enough to disguise himself as Hatot, considering pure evil is capable of some amazing things. But for the time being, she knew it was Hatot and simply just stood a fair distance away from him. "I'm fine Hatot" her eyes jerked towards the ground as her arms came together to hug herself, scratching her arm and trying to act natural. The movement made her swollen breast ache but she didn't show it on her face as she pushed a smile through after her response. She sat down then and watched Hatot, possibly making him uncomfortable but doing it for her own safety. She needed to be sure that Radris was behaving before she let her body near him again. "What does it feel like to have him controlling you like that?" the very mention of Radris made her cheeks and loins blush, he was a volcano of fire and lava and emotion and she was so drawn to him despite his dangerous intentions.