Post #2815538 in The Gala-Dor Expedition, a roleplay on RPG

The drow’s quick breaths slowed against Anais’s ear when she heard those words, Flohlu un'saa. Her dying language, on the tongue of the Beaucourtisan upper class. Butchered by that accent, but in these circumstances, the most beautiful melody she had ever heard. She looked to Hilgur, looking back at her with that calm, firm look he wore when he knew he was in control - and returned it.

“Funny how desperate slaves will act sometimes, isn't it, Mr. Black-Mane?"

Hilgur narrowed his eyes. The crowd watching from a safe distance whispered amongst each other. Anais had quickly turned this into a scene. Somehow, this soft-gutted, long-legged bint made him feel... threatened. His blood boiled at the thought.

One of the guards turned his head towards Hilgur. He scrutinised the dwarf for a moment, considering both his and Anais’ words. “Dwarf, you’re coming with us. We have some questions we’d like you to answer.”

The black-bearded dwarf clenched his fists and barked, ”This is NONSENSE! She’s not a slave, she’s a legally sanctioned-” The guard directed his sword towards Hilgur’s neck. The dwarf recoiled and tossed his hands up, peering at the cold steel which poked at his vulnerable flesh. Close, far too close for comfort. Several drops of sweat beaded upon his temple. He had an expedition to run, he couldn’t risk a harebrained outburst. Not here, not now.

The drow’s chain crumpled to the ground, curled yet still, like the image of a slithering snake. Her gaze followed it down.

The other guard kept his blade trained upon the blue-eyed drow. “You, Drow. We will detain you until we finish this investigation.” The first guard bound Hilgur’s arms behind his back and confiscated his axe. “Cooperate, and the truth may exonerate you. Resist, and your death will be all that matters.”

Hilgur glared the drow and Anais’ way, and raised one brow. The chain hissed as it trailed across the ground. The drow tugged Anais along, not forsaking her grip on the chain nor her newly gained “freedom.” The tip of the guard’s blade followed after her. Her eyes darted from each blocked exit, to the edge of the bridge. She gnashed her teeth as a guard took a step too close and backed them both to the bridge’s edge to glance over her shoulder. Ten feet above the water. Easy. Slowly, she undid the winding around Anais’s neck.

Without a word, she shoved Anais forward, right towards the sword that was targeted their way. The guard shouted and drew his blade back as the drow effortlessly perched on top the railing and moved to swan dive over the edge -

When she was jerked back. In the last second, a fraction from falling, being jerked, and snapping her neck. She rolled across the bridge and regained control of her momentum in a crouch, hissing at the guard who had run up to snatch her chain. She whipped her head between the sight of his sword and the hand that restrained her then dashed towards him, her hand curled like a cat’s paw and nails glinting. Her face stretched back into a threatening snarl.

BZZZZZZZT.

The drow’s body tensed up, freezing her in place. She grunted, straining against something… the buzzing, coming from the dainty silver collar tightening by itself around her neck. Spittle sprayed out from between her gritted teeth. Her gaze moved from the guard, to glare at Hilgur. The buzzing cut off, and her knees went weak, toppling her. The guards closed in to make their arrest.

Hilgur’s expression had relaxed once more. He was in control. If not of the situation, then at least of her. ”I told you. She ain’t hurting anybody.” His cheeks bunched up with a smirk. ”Couldn’t even think about it.”

The collar zapped her unmoving body once more.

Snippet #2815538

located in Zoltia, a part of The Gala-Dor Expedition, one of the many universes on RPG.

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