Alone in the World

A hybrid of two races, one now extinct, the other fighting for survival.

[the-ever-changing-mask]

onthewingsoffates​:

Avis remained focused as she healed the bones, her brows furrowed a bit as she tried to force down the feeling of danger she was getting from him. She knew this was foolish, knew that this could get her introduce with either her people, or with the very man she was trying to help. She couldn’t help it however, all she ever wanted to do was help others, to do what she could to lessen the bloodshed that cursed her home.

When he spoke, she looked up at him with a soft gaze. “Because, what they are doing to you isn’t right.” She admitted. “It makes me sick to know that they were putting you through this, as though your life meant nothing to them.” She kept her voice quiet, slowly getting to her feet and offering him a hand up. “Come with me, once I mend your wounds and treat the infection you undoubtedly have,I can help you return to your people.” She hoped he agreed, prayed that he did. He needed medical attention, nourishment and she could provide both.

It wouldn’t take long to reach her chambers as she knew the ins and outs of the guard’s schedules and shift changes. It would be easy enough to get him up there.

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“Really?” He didn’t try too hard not to sneer it, “And where were you when they were actually doing those things that you say make you sick?  Where was your compassion then as they laughed at my pain?”

He took her hand and hauled himself to his feet, his grip on her tight, keeping her his prisoner as he hissed, “And what is the price for your bleeding heart, girl?  The cost of your aid?  We all have a price.  What do you want in return for this too-generous offer?”

His eyes glittered in the torchlight, hard and green and perhaps a quarter-mad.  No one could go through pain without it leaving a mark on them.  And if there was one thing Loki knew, it was pain.

[onthewingsoffates]

The grip he had on her was a bit painful, but she forced herself to ignore it. Forced herself to remain calm. She knew why he was reacting the way he was, in fact, she was sure she would be reacting the same way if she were in his position. She couldn't imagine the pain he was in, or the pain he had gone through. It angered her, that he was forced to suffer, Asgardian or not, it wasn't fair. "I didn't know what they were doing. It may be a surprise to you, but I am normally kept out of the loop." She answered his words, keeping her gaze soft, gentle.

"As for price, I ask for none. I am doing this because I want to. Not for some form of reward. All I ask is that you let me heal you before I help you back to your home realm. That's all. No, if we are to reach the safety of my chambers before the guards come, I highly suggest we get moving." She didn't try and pull away from him, not wanting to irritate him further. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but I am speaking the truth."

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onthewingsoffates​:

A chill ran down her spine at the tone in his voice. She knew he must be dangerous, all Asgardians were, but that didn’t give them the right to torture him. She knew it wouldn’t be right to just leave him here like this, where they would continue their assault until they got their answers or they killed him. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t try and help him, send him on his way back to Asgard and leave it at that. No one would be the wiser.

She had grabbed the keys while passing by one of the jailers, all she had to do was get him out and back up to her room, heal him and send him off. Yeah, that’s all…. It would be easy, and there was no way it would backfire on her, right? She shook her head to clear it? Approaching the cell enough to unlock it. “No one sent me, Asgardian. I am here out of my own free will.” She answered softly, searching his features a moment before moving to remove the chains. Hopefully he would actually be willing to listen to her. “Now, if you want to get out of here alive, follow me, leave the questions for when I get you to safety, understand?”

She glanced down at his bruised ankles and sighed softly. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. She would have to do a bit of healing here before they got moving. Or at least numb the pain enough for him to keep up. “I’ll tend to your wounds properly once we’re out of here, but for now, I’m going to do what I can to numb whatever pain you’re in so that we can get you out of here, alright?” She took a deep breath, focusing her abilities, her hand lighting with a blue flame that was merely a comforting warmth to the touch.

She reached out then attempting to run her hand along the injured ankles.

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His emerald eyes narrowed as he considered his options.  He knew his task, he knew his mission.  What would be the best way to do this?  What would be her weakness?

He considered seizing her hands the moment she freed him from the chains, considered slamming her to the bars and hissing venom in her ear, to make it clear he would not be so easily won, to give her a reason to keep coming back since he could smell her compassion and her disgusting mercy a league away.  He considered casting a curse to silence her for how she dared to speak to him only allowing her to speak when he chose. 

Then the magic flared and his own reached to taste it, his tongue flicking out from between his lips to taste the scent of her power, cinders and warm cinnamon.  All magic had scents to him and he tasted hers as any snake would taste the air.  He watched her, watched her carefully and warily as she healed his ankles.  He considered seizing her wrist, considered lashing out like the animal they thought they had made him, giving weight and credence to their rumours and lies, lies over which he was master and god.  But he stayed his hand.  He only tensed his body in suspicion.  If she was going to try and be kind, he may as well give her a reason for it. 

Her healing magic warmed him down to the bone and he watched her face as she worked and as she concentrated and all he said, in a hoarse and half-broken voice, was, “Why?”

Yes, please do tell him her intentions.  Give him something he could use.

[onthewingsoffates]

Avis remained focused as she healed the bones, her brows furrowed a bit as she tried to force down the feeling of danger she was getting from him. She knew this was foolish, knew that this could get her introduce with either her people, or with the very man she was trying to help. She couldn't help it however, all she ever wanted to do was help others, to do what she could to lessen the bloodshed that cursed her home.

When he spoke, she looked up at him with a soft gaze. "Because, what they are doing to you isn't right." She admitted. "It makes me sick to know that they were putting you through this, as though your life meant nothing to them." She kept her voice quiet, slowly getting to her feet and offering him a hand up. "Come with me, once I mend your wounds and treat the infection you undoubtedly have,I can help you return to your people." She hoped he agreed, prayed that he did. He needed medical attention, nourishment and she could provide both.

It wouldn't take long to reach her chambers as she knew the ins and outs of the guard's schedules and shift changes. It would be easy enough to get him up there.

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[onthewingsoffates]

The war was terrible, claiming the lives of many good men and women as they fought to keep their land from the Asgardians. Her father even wanted more land for the pain Odin had caused them over the years. She thought it was rather foolish, risky. The war needed to end, and if both sides kept pushing, there would be nothing left of either realm. Her worries were shoved aside however, as her father believed her duty as princess was to be seen and not heard, which was infuriating.

She spent what time she had free, tending to the injured with the healing abilities she had gained from her mother, or going out to fly, to clear her head of worries and anger. It was on one of her flights that she had seen guards dragging in a new prisoner. When she asked her father about it that day, she was brushed off and ordered back to her chambers. It appeared to her that the ‘seen and not heard’ was becoming more and more of a 'pretend you don’t exist until I have need of you.’ Which was fine, she supposed. It wasn’t like she had ever been close with her father anyway, but she hated the fact that she was just as much a prisoner as the ones kept in the dungeons.

It was a while before she actually heard the prisoner be mentioned again, nearly forgetting all about it as she had thrown herself into really anything to get her mind off the war outside. Healing, practicing her other forms of magic and skills with fighting something, anything that could help she jumped at the chance.

She had overheard one of the guards speaking as she snuck around the palace one night, hearing one mention that they 'hope to break the Asgardian soon.’ Had they tortured him? Since when was that something they did? Didn’t that make them just as bad as the Asgardians? Curiosity got the better of the griffin princess and late in the night, she snuck down to the dungeons, cloak pulled around her and hood up. What she saw, sickened her. The injuries that the man had. She didn’t know how he was even still alive!

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“Do they think to soften my heart by sending a pretty face?”

The words were hissed softly through slightly bared teeth.  He slumped against the back wall of the cell, his dark hair matted, his clothes ripped and bloody.  Bruises littered his skin like lovers’ kisses, dried blood accented the lean muscles of his body.  They had shackled his wrists and broken his ankles to keep him from even contemplating escape. 

Not that it would have helped them.  For the moment, he was right where he wanted to be. 

An old bruise darkened the skin around his eye and a split in his lip cracked open, fresh blood welling to the surface as he exhaled the tiniest laugh, a smile curving those wicked lips of his.  His lashes slowly cracked open, emerald eyes burning a bright, merciless green in the shadows of his sockets as he foxed his gaze on the cloaked and hooded woman. 

“You do not have to lower your hood for me to know.  You stink of privilege and perfume.”

[onthewingsoffates]

A chill ran down her spine at the tone in his voice. She knew he must be dangerous, all Asgardians were, but that didn't give them the right to torture him. She knew it wouldn't be right to just leave him here like this, where they would continue their assault until they got their answers or they killed him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't try and help him, send him on his way back to Asgard and leave it at that. No one would be the wiser.

She had grabbed the keys while passing by one of the jailers, all she had to do was get him out and back up to her room, heal him and send him off. Yeah, that's all.... It would be easy, and there was no way it would backfire on her, right? She shook her head to clear it? Approaching the cell enough to unlock it. "No one sent me, Asgardian. I am here out of my own free will." She answered softly, searching his features a moment before moving to remove the chains. Hopefully he would actually be willing to listen to her. "Now, if you want to get out of here alive, follow me, leave the questions for when I get you to safety, understand?"

She glanced down at his bruised ankles and sighed softly. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. She would have to do a bit of healing here before they got moving. Or at least numb the pain enough for him to keep up. "I'll tend to your wounds properly once we're out of here, but for now, I'm going to do what I can to numb whatever pain you're in so that we can get you out of here, alright?" She took a deep breath, focusing her abilities, her hand lighting with a blue flame that was mearly a comforting warmth to the touch.

She reached out then attempting to run her hand along the injured ankles.

@the-ever-changing-mask

[onthewingsoffates]

The war was terrible, claiming the lives of many good men and women as they fought to keep their land from the Asgardians. Her father even wanted more land for the pain Odin had caused them over the years. She thought it was rather foolish, risky. The war needed to end, and if both sides kept pushing, there would be nothing left of either realm. Her worries were shoved aside however, as her father believed her duty as princess was to be seen and not heard, which was infuriating.

She spent what time she had free, tending to the injured with the healing abilities she had gained from her mother, or going out to fly, to clear her head of worries and anger. It was on one of her flights that she had seen guards dragging in a new prisoner. When she asked her father about it that day, she was brushed off and ordered back to her chambers. It appeared to her that the 'seen and not heard' was becoming more and more of a 'pretend you don't exist until I have need of you.' Which was fine, she supposed. It wasn't like she had ever been close with her father anyway, but she hated the fact that she was just as much a prisoner as the ones kept in the dungeons.

It was a while before she actually heard the prisoner be mentioned again, nearly forgetting all about it as she had thrown herself into really anything to get her mind off the war outside. Healing, practicing her other forms of magic and skills with fighting something, anything that could help she jumped at the chance.

She had overheard one of the guards speaking as she snuck around the palace one night, hearing one mention that they 'hope to break the Asgardian soon.' Had they tortured him? Since when was that something they did? Didn't that make them just as bad as the Asgardians? Curiosity got the better of the griffin princess and late in the night, she snuck down to the dungeons, cloak pulled around her and hood up. What she saw, sickened her. The injuries that the man had. She didn't know how he was even still alive!

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