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[Ranna ab'Arawn]

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He arrived at The Freehold. It was late, and the place practically emptied of patrons. A dark figure sat at a long table, with 2 other, more talkative people. A woman walked in just after He did, as He stood standing and sensing the atmosphere of the conversation. The couple stood and departed, claiming it a late hour.

He sat down beside the woman who had just walked in. She was reading some, no doubt, trivial floral book. He affected small talk. He really could care less, for He had only one goal.

Learning that her name was Penny and that she was aquainted with the darkly dressed figure from the other table, He invited the man to join them.

He showed appreciation for her style of dress. He explained that He was a lousy decorator, and His home was in need of someone like her to decorate it. She naively believed him, especially when He offered her the job for vast amounts of gold.

Oh, how stupidly she followed Him home. This is what He loved. The innocence of the Chosen. The ignorance. He delighted that she shivered in the chill air. He felt satisfaction when she recoiled in horror at some of the sights she saw. He gave her a tour, still pretending to need a decorator. She did not once question the bodies everywhere, and He lied to her about them anyway, claiming them to be clay and paint, not real.

When He had brought her to the Inner Chamber, He wrapped his hands about her throat, choking tight her airway. He made her promise not to bring any friends there, and she readily agreed, exclaiming that he didn't have to choke her to tell her that. He smiled smugly, thinking of how good it felt to have her life in His hands.

He walked to the vat and scooped some of the red fluid into his hand. He carried it, dripping, to her.

"This is a vint we make ourselves. Try some!" And he grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced his handful into her mouth. She instantly realized what it was, and tried to spit it out, but not before she had already swallowed some of the precious fluid.

"You are mad!" she exclaimed.

"I assure you, I am in a good mood," he laughed.

He gripped her hair tighter and pulled her to the altar. Forcing her face against it, He spoke to her.

"How does it feel to drink blood? One of our donors was pregnant, how does baby's blood taste?"

She shuddered at his words.

The Keeper arrived while He was forcing her against the altar, pressing her cheek into the cold stone. She struggled against them, to no avail. They simply punched her, and dragged her to The Pit.

"Which do you choose to keep, your life or your tongue?" He asked, grasping her hair as The Keeper held her over The Pit. She struggled to get loose and shouted.

"Both!"

"Unacceptable!" He shouted and pushed her face into the vat, submerging her head. When He pulled her out, she gasped for air, as blood ran down her skin. She was still eager to fight, and so He pushed her back into the blood. When she had calmed a bit, He pulled her out.

He took his ceremonial knife out and threatened her, again. Then the stupid woman knocked the knife from His hand with a surprising show of strength. This was fast becoming too much of an irritating chore.

They dragged her to the Outer Chamber and chained her to the wall, after brief struggling. He stood before her and forced open her mouth, grabbing her tongue. He extended it as far as was possible. Holding the dagger, firmly, He sliced deep into the flesh, drawing the blade across her tongue. The knife slid easily across, dissecting the organ. He threw the piece into the brazier. The sound of it popping and sizzling filled the room, along with the aroma of cooked meat.

She shook and blood filled her mouth, from the wound.

However, they did not want quarrel with Sanctus just yet. So He drew back his arm to punch her, with great force, in the jaw. She slumped in the chains. He chanted spells of healing, and her wounds disappeared. Her tongue became whole. They unshackled her and carried her through a gate to The Arena. Tossing her to the floor of the place, they stepped back through the portal, as it closed.

He turned to speak to The Keeper.

"She may run and tell people whatever she likes. She has no proof, and will be considered instable. Personally, I will enjoy her mental anguish when noone believes her."
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Cezanne: If this goes well I might just go into business kidnapping Kitsunes so I can play with their balls.

[Sadira Reflov]

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The day started out as any other day. Penny had done a few errands, visited her animals in the stable, feeding and grooming them. She went to the tavern in Sanctus, but there was noone around. So she went to the Freehold. There she decided to check out the hot tub. Once there and realized noone else was around, she removed her clothing and slipped into it. Her mind and thoughts started on James. How happy she had been since his return, even if they had not spent alot of time together alone. After a while, she finally slipped out of the tub, dried herself then donned on her clothing. She headed back up to the tavern portion and saw Barl. She went to sit with him and to chat. A man came by and started to talk with them. He mentioned how he would like a decorator and asked if she could decorate. She said she could and he had asked her if she would look at his place. She was abit hesistant at first, but he seemed pitiful with an almost pleading look. She agreed to it and asked if Barl could come along. Barl had refused, so she and the stranger went to his place. Once she stepped out of the moongate, she shivered from the cold wind that wrapped about her. Her footing crunched into the snow as she made her way to the stairs of his place. Once inside she felt abit leary. It was dank and eerie. She tried to pass it off, after all he did say he wanted it to be more warming. Perhaps he bought it from another. He proceeded to show her room to room, complimenting her on her beauty on the occassion. Once they got to the down stairs area, she felt that perhaps coming there was a mistake. She proceeded on, just in case it was from the previous owner. It was then the man became more forceful and hostile. Before she could think straight or fully process what was going on..he was forcing blood into her mouth, pulling her hair. She tried to leave, but another one, called The Keeper came. Itw was two against one, and they had hold of her hands before she could cast anything. He kept asking if she preferred her tongue or her life. She wanted both. The man had gone mad. She had fought them both as best as she could, kicking, kneeing, slapping anything. They both eventualy dragged her to shackle her to the wall. Khal, or so he called himself, slowly proceeded to cut out her tongue. She could feel the blood draining to the back of her throat, ashse spat what pooled in her mouth at them. Khal then came and punched her right in the face, and before she lost full consciousness..she heard him say he had other plans for her. When she awoke, she found herself in some arena. There we bodies handing along pedalstols. She noticed she still had her regents and recalled back to sanctus. Lord Reeve was there and noticed her quite shaken state. She proceeded to write on a parchment what had happened.

"Perhaps I could help heal some of your wounds m'lady, should you let me."

She nodded, as hse was hopeful that he could. She then moved i her cahir so he could access her abit better, he looked down at her as he asked for her to open her mouth. She did just that. It was then he noticed her tongue was intact, and he saw no other wounds. He had informed her of such. She looked at him almost in disbelief, the linger of the pain was still felt.

"My to.."

She stopped as she heard herself talk. The look on her face was proof she truly believed her tongue had been severed out of her mouth and was shocked to be talking. Lord Reeve had asked her to tell him in detail about what had happened. She proceeded to tell all. The hour grew late and she retired to a room. Staying up all eve as the memory of what happened haunted her til the sun rose and she fell asleep.
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"Nature gave man two ears but only one tongue. A gentle reminder that he should listen more than he speaks."