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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 13:04:28 GMT -5
radella watched ron with an unblinking gaze. she stood, escaping the clouds of smoke that burned her eyes. she strode to the fire and adjusted the coals, so it was a low smoulder. the fire had burned out most of its tinder already and it had signifigantly reduced its smoke output. rad placed her hands on her hips, then turned to ron.
okay. how about i give you a lesson. ooh, bad news. rad's lesson's were on the slightly...demonic side. she strode to her captive, slipping the daggar out of her pocket as she went. she approached ron, knelt down in front of her. rad's eyes flickered once to her arms, watching a slight twitch. ron was still working at the vine. hmm.
radella twirled the knife in her fingers, enjoying the way it reflected the light from the fire into abstract shapes. i don't take bitches, especially valiant ones at that. it's a personal pet peeve of mine. and with that, rad placed the daggar's tip on ron's chest, and very slowly let it pierce the skin. rad would soon hear ron screaming - it was natural. pain produced that kind of terror and sound in humans and fae alike. rad had taken art classes. she would draw on ron's skin.
and so she did. for five full minutes she sliced ron's chest, making at least a centimeter-wide cut every time she did so. not enough to kill her, but enough for her to die if she would be left to bleed out for a long while. you could compare it to...a papercut, only a fair sight larger, but not as large as if she was hacking out ron's chest. no, she didn't dig into ron, but make her message clear.
after the grisly act was completed, ron had an elaborate tattoo written in blood on her chest. it had RADELLA in big letters, spanning the width of her chest. rad smiled, because even if ron had been struggling, she couldn't have moved much. rad pressed her lips to the 'D' in her name, as if telling herself what a lovely job she had done. and when she pulled away, ron's blood stained her lips. hmm. radella cocked her head and smiled.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 13:15:42 GMT -5
Ron tried not to scream, she really did, but the sound ripped out of her before she could stop it. It hurt. And a little pain was good, usually, but nothing was good about this sort of pain. The knife cut across her skin, leaving her shirt worse for wear, not to mention her skin.... Sure it would heal, one day, but how long with she have it there? She couldn't even bend to read it, what did it even say? Was she branded forever a coward. tears welled up in her eyes, even though Rad had removed the blade. Pain didn't stop the way an action did.
But Ronja had broken another layer of her bonds during the cutting, pain produced movement and it had worked to her advantage. But even if she got her arms free, it wouldn't be that effective, her waist and feet were still bound up as well. "No valiant bitches huh? Must hate yourself then." She choked out. Smoke and pain still eating away at her throat. But Rad was a bitch, and she sure has hell didn't give up. Rad wasn't going to give up, but neither was Ronja. Even if it was something they had in common, it manifested very differently.
The smell of blood was not off putting to Ronja, and she could deal with the pain. But she was worried about what was coming next. Was Rad going to kill her, or just, play with her? was she just a toy to get Argentum here? Ronja wasn't even that high up on the social strata, but she was well known. But would anyone come to find her? Did anyone care enough?
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 13:32:18 GMT -5
radella didn't respond to ronja's comment. she merely smirked and stowed the knife away in her pocket. oh, by the way. i found something better than vines. and then, magically, she produced a very long chain. with her karate-toned strength, she pried ron from the vine cage, and discarded them. but before she took the bonds around her ankles and wrists off, she straddled ron and pressed her into the leaves. then, with rad-like-accuracy, she quickly ripped off the vines and replaced them both with chains, tying them so tightly that soon ron would loose the circulation in her fingers and toes. more pain, though an unusual, prickly one at that.
okay, there. good. rad said softly, and she stood. she grabbed the back of ron's shirt, which had been soaked through with blood, and heaved her to her feet. wordlessly, rad pushed ron, and followed behind, directing her through the trees. rad had allowed just enough slack in the ankle chains to allow slight movement, but it must have been a tremendous strain on ron to maneuver through the mud as quickly as ron wanted.
but rad felt fine.
radella followed ronja and they eventually approached a small, clear pond. it seemed untainted, so rad thought this a good place to stop. halting ron, she pushed the girl to her stomach, her face over the water's edge.
don't- rad placed her hand at the base of ron's skull and thrust her head into the water, holding it under. she brought it up five mississippi seconds later. talk- rad dunked ron's face again. five seconds later she brought it up. back. and with that, rad punched ron in the side of her skull, hopefully knocking her unconscious. she cared not though if she had indeed knocked ron out or not. the girl flung ron over her shoulder and jogged back to the fire, where she lay ron on the ground and bound her wrists and ankles to branches of trees. but here's the catch: the branches were about three feet off of the ground. so when ron was fully suspended, her limbs were being dugged towards the tree branches and she was three feet off the ground, her body spread out of strained. radella smirked as she watched, and she sat by a tree, waiting for ron to wake up.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 13:45:20 GMT -5
Ronja had almost succeeded in breaking free this time, as Rad replaced the chains. She'd managed to roll over but her success was quickly thwarted with those god- damn chains. The walk was terrible, so slow and so.... There were no adequate words. Ronja was drenched in mud and blood, she was starting to loose the feeling in her fingers and toes. The trek was endless, she kept waiting for Rad to snap her neck, rip off her head, push her down and make her struggle to get up. The lack of any contact beside a nudging in to guide her was killing her. Ronaj wished she could change course, but she did not have the upper hand here.
And then she was on her stomach, which of course out pressure on her new wounds. The water was almost welcome, it cooled her face and five seconds was nothing. Ronja was glad it wasn't anything worse. Then Rad's fist collided with her head. It wasn't that Ronja was weak, it wasn't that she wasn't used to pain, she'd been in pain before, intense pain even. But fear, fear was really what was killing her. She liked a little danger, the thrill, but real genuine fear was not something she had felt in a long time. She had long since tricked herself never to feel it and it was that fear in her body that let her mind black out. She just didn't want to see what was coming next.
Ronaj was not completely out, she was aware of her limbs as Rad moved her, tied her, but she couldn't make her eyes open, couldn't make herself move at all. But after what felt like forever, though it was only a few minutes Ronja opened her eyes and assessed the situation. She was tied to a tree.
Fabulous......
ooc- i know rad has to keep control, but it'd be great if ronja could get something in, either get away and get caught again, or at least hurt rad. That way its less one sided.
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 13:59:09 GMT -5
rad's chain had been purposely tied loose. in a few moments it slipped, and ron tumbled to the ground. but in stead of binding her again, rad sat and watched, waiting to see what ron would do, being offered this slight bit of waning freedom. rad was giving ron the ability to run, but it was futile; rad would just catch her again, and ron couldn't hobble nearly fast enough to escape a three legged dog. radella kicked back against the tree and surveyed her prey, because soon ron would be too confused to do much of anything and might end up just sitting there.
but most likely she would try to escape. or maybe try to fight rad with her hands tied behind her back. it was so stupid it was funny, if ron attempted that. but secretly, rad was evaluating ron in her head. day one, time irrelevant. rad's mind was like a book, a calculator, a...storage chamber. she began 'documenting' ron's exact moves, seeing exactly how she would fight if she attacked, what her weak points where, yada yada.
but being radella, she was able to multitask with her brain; while mentally evaluating ronja, she was also thinking about her past. one memory in particular that had set her on the path of destruction...
it was fifty years ago, she was a mere thirty three, and the world was starting to make sense. though different from all other fae, she was not the devilish atra she was now; in fact, she was quite the opposite. she was part of the argentum. 2:52 was the time she met him. the boy. that boy. that stupid, idiotic boy that would send her life into spirals. the boy she later killed. but thats not the point. he stole her heart, and she got lost in him. but he betrayed her, so stupidly betrayed her. so idiotically betrayed her. and in the dead of night, with a broken heart, she cut him in half and drank half of his blood, like a little vampire, though she was far from it: she was a distraught, confused lover who was turning evil in her rage. after she mangled his body, she burned it and quickly became the radella she was now, changing over to the 'dark side' persay. you might say that that boy still lives in her, still gives his imput on various situations in her mind. it had happened before. hopefully never again.
rad brought her mind back from these thoughts, trying to focus on ron. trying to, but failing. that boy's image was imprinted in her mind, and she twisted a chain in her fingers.
anything to make her forget.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 14:12:42 GMT -5
For a moment, Ronja didn't move. She had managed to land on her feet as she slipped from the tree. What was her best idea, she didn't have time to think. She couldn't run, could she fight like this? She was a bit far away from Rad... she had to element of speed or surprise. Not to mention Radella's eyes were locked on her, no move would go unnoticed, and then, all of a sudden, Rad's look got glazed. Like she was thinking of something else. Oh if only she could run!
Instead, Ronja moved forward, toward Rad, her captor and enemy. Too bad Rad was already sitting, she would have liked to knock her over. As she got closer she debated what would hurt more. Not like she had many options, and limited time to think. She just had to do. So she worked her way over and spun quickly around (this was not an issue, even with chained feet, her dance background made it simple), letting her chained arms fly out behind her and whack Rad hard across the face. Not much, but something. Ronja managed to get Rad's head between her arms and then she jerked her upper body one direction twisting the Atra's neck, since she couldn't run with Rad, obviously. It wouldn't break Rad's neck, but hopefully it would hurt.
Ronja's whole body hurt. And she knew there was only more to come. But there wasn't much she could do, but it felt good to finally do something. She jerked the other way, swing Rad out behind her. It wasn't that hard to Hold Rad's head between her arms, since she'd been tied so tight, but Rad would be able to get out. And then what. Ronja had no idea.
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 14:24:51 GMT -5
shit. while rad was in dreamland, ron had come over and bitchslapped rad's cheek with ron's chains. rad let out a hissing of breath, but before she could react ron had her arms on her head and had twisted violently. something in her neck popped - ow ow ow - but by this point rad was already working on getting ron off. her legs snapped out, knocking ron's own legs from underneath her and sending her to the ground. ron continued twisting though, and rad had to get ron's arms off her head, now. with a feral shriek, rads arm snapped upwards, catching ron under her chin, hopefully snapping her head backwards. using this as a confidence boost, she twapped the stunned girl in the abdomen and then used her powerful legs to spring upwards, breaking free forcibly of ron's grip.
snarling, bloodlust in her eyes, rad turned to ron. rage fueling her moves, she grabbed hold of the chains holding ron's ankles and, using her incredibly-large-karate-strength, begain to drag ron in slow circles over the ground, face down. eventually, rad built up so much momentum ron was being lifted off of the ground as rad spun in violent, percise circles.
one. two. three!
radella let go of ron's ankles, sending her cascading into the foliage. hearing the thunk that meant ron had landed, rad fingered a particularly lethal looking chain, her sight tinged red, and swept silently in the trees.
sure enough, there was ron, on the ground.
and next, all hell would break loose.
ack, it's so short! DDX i'm sorry. my muse is dying...
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 14:34:53 GMT -5
Ronja didn't even care when she was on the ground, as long as she was hurting Rad in some way. But her triumph didn't last long. The following actions were quick, a jab to the stomach and in the chin. Ronja shrieked with pain and stumbled. Rad took advantage right away of course, dragging her around in circles, Ronja's mouth filling up with dirt and slime. Ronja coughed it out as best she could, but the dragging never stopped and in time she was choked for air as she went around faster and then...
Then she was flying.
The wind rushed by her and she prayed to some power somewhere that this wouldn't be the end of her. This was not how it was supposed to go. And her body crashed into a tree, her breath leaving her before she could scream. She felt weak and her whole body ached as she lay on the forest floor. This was it. She was going to die. No one would find her carcass here. No one would mourn. Nicholas would, but he would die, and then she would be lost in time. An immortal without a memory. Apollo would forget her in time, Ellylon never cared for her much, her past lovers might wonder where she was, but only when they wanted a romp. they would all assume she had just left her castle and her parties for something better, something else. there were other Fae in this world. No one would look for her, they would think she had just left. And she was going to die alone.
Ronja watched as Rad tore through the underbrush with a chain in hand and struggled to her feet, leaning against a tree, her chest heaving. She wouldn't take it lying down, no pun intended. She was determined to go out with a bang.
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 14:46:21 GMT -5
radella ryme was extremely, hugely pissed off.
and believe me, you don't want the bad end of the stick here. but in this case, the 'stick' was a large, heavy metal chain. and rad was out for blood now, because her cold, cruel rage had filtered into her very soul, and even though she was completely calm on the outside, she was ready to smack ass on the inside. and rad gets what she wants.
she approached ron, who was leaning against a tree, trying to catch her breath after having it been oh-so-not-rudely torn away from her after hitting a tree in rad's brief fit of superior strength. but now radella was going to kill ron, she was going to squish her little eyes out of there little sockets...
rad approached ronja, and used her leg to kick ron's legs from underneath her, reducing her to the ground again. rad placed her booted foot on ron's stomach and slowly began to press down, her calm, sadistic eyes trained on ron's as she squeezed the oxygen from her lungs. she twisted cruelly, getting every last bit of oxygen out of ron's body. and then she counted to ten.
one....two....three....four....five...
ron's eyes would start to bug now, she would start to gasp for air, if rad was lucky.
six...seven...
by now, she would be feeling dizzy.
eight...nine...
passing-out-dizzy...
ten.
and radella did the most cruel thing of all: for a brief moment, she literally stepped on ronja's stomach, keeping all her weight on the foot that was on ron for what would probably, to ron, seem like an eternity.
and then rad was off, letting ron gasp for breath. a satisfied smirk drifted onto her face, but she was not done. hot rage still fueled her actions, and she hefted the chain over her shoulder, and in one sharp crack whipped ron's stomach, leaving an ugly slash there. rad could have gone on - believe me, this was only the beginning - but she still wanted information. ron would give it to her.
and so rad drug her captive back to the fire by her long hair. when they got there, radella found a very conveniently located tree, right by the fire where the smoke was the worst. this tree had a limb that extended right to the edge of the fire, and it traveled at a slope: where it left the tunk, it angled upwards. perfect. hoisting ronja into the air, radella hooked ron onto the tree. the branch went through the little circle ronja's chained arms made if she had held them in the air. the chains slid down to the crook of the tree. but here, she was suspended in the air, hanging from her chains from a branch she could not wiggle out of.
and radella was about to set her on fire. maybe.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 14:55:53 GMT -5
Ronja tried to contain as much oxygen as she could, but as the seconds ticked by it became harder to breathe and she gasped, which was probably just what the Atra was waiting for., and if she had air, she would have screamed when Rad put all her weight on her stomach. She sputtered for breathe and screamed her loudest as the chain swung down and cut her open. Ronja knew for sure now that she was going to die, and it would be slow and painful. But Rad had a reason for keeping her alive thus far, information, and obviously, she was going to ask again. But Ronja would not die a traitor.
Rad dragged her through the mud by the hair, and Ronja bit her lip to fight back screams of pain as her scalp turned red and Rad placed her on a three by the fire, her arms being what held her up, her shoulders screaming wordlessly.
Now was when she'd be burned, great just great. Ronja would not bow her head though, not in defeat, not in pain. She was too proud. And she didn't want Rad to feel like a winner. Even if the Atra won.
occ- sorry its short.
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