Swyndell

Edrick scratched his head slightly confused, although he had gained his composure slightly in the process. “Poisonous?” He asked in slight confusion and curiosity. “No, no....its not poisonous, I mean, who eats a rabbit without seasoning. That's just barbaric.” Immediatley Edrick threw his hands up in the air, not so much covering his face this time but more of a pleading effort-he was clearly expecting another beating. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean that your people are barbarians!” He said franticly as he closed his eyes tight, expecting another burst of pain across his head.

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Saria smirked as she looked at the crippled mess of a creature that laid beneath her, blood and feathers littered the ground all around her. At this point the thing wasnt even fighting back anymore, as if the pain was so intense it had simply given up, or maybe it's mind had gone to a safe place? Saria wasn't entirely sure, nor did she care.

“Would you like us to kill the beast?” Sir Trask asked as he pulled his shining blade from its sheath, raising it in the air to strike Saria quickly grabbed his arm. “Why on earth would I want that? I said I was sending a message, and this monster shall be my messenger. Get him on his feet.” She ordered sharply as she turned and returned to her horse, putting her torture tool away before she remounted her horse.

“But Princess, he can no longer fly.” Sir Vale said stupidly, as if he didnt comprehend entirly what was happening.

“He can still climb though, cant he?” She spat back, her eyes narrowing in the slits of her helmet as she eyed Vale angrily-she clearly did not like being questioned.

“Ye-Yes m'lady, whatever you command.” Vale said as he and his comrade thrust the bloodied and beaten Siren into the treeline, the poor creature doing his best to stagger away as quickly as he could.

“Your orders, Princess?” Trask asked as both he and Vale found their way back to their steeds.

“Simple boys, now we just follow the prey.” She said, her sickening smirk returning to her mouth as all three horses began a slow trot in the direction of the tortured Siren.

Liluye frowned in puzzlement as she tried to picture what the prince was suggesting. Seasoning, was seasoning how it was presented or prepared? Was it something added? She couldn't recall ever using the term before, and she was loathe to admit it. The sudden fear and defensive posture was enough to startle the siren, her body tense for a second before letting out a sigh.
"Calm down. I said it before, I'm not interested in eating you or anything. You're...leverage I suppose." she found herself explaining, turning as the younger siren returned.

"Squuui?" chirped the girl, holding out an already skinned hare to Liluye, the latter taking it with a nod and a smile.

"Chheee-hai" she trilled back, turning to the pilfered human once more.
Holding the hare by a rear limb, she extended her arm and held it out to the prince, looking at him expectantly. When he didn't take it, she tilted her head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. "Well? What's wrong with it?"

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As soon as he was deep enough into the brush and the trees, the bloody, broken siren began to climb a tall tree. Hissing and weak with pain, the creature nevertheless struggled until he was at least seven feet in the air before letting out a long, loud shriek. He wasn't about to die without warning the other flocks.