Rainelle
Love and luck be upon ye
The incessant dripping of water in the darkness had finally ceased to be a source of irritation for her. Now it simply reminded her that she was still alive, despite everything. Whether that was a blessing or a curse, she couldn't tell anymore. They had stopped moving some time ago, the lull of the waves around them gone. They must have been moved onto land again. Lorelei slumped into the corner of her cell, her wrists aching from the rope tied too tightly. How much longer would she be here? Would she ever see the moon again? Taste the fresh air of the forest? She curled into herself further, the starburst scar covering her forehead beginning to throb. Someone near her was injured. Her cell door rattled as heavy footsteps began to approach, and the scraping of metal filled her ears as it was opened. A boot pushed into her thigh.
"Get up. You've gotta fix this one again." She looked up, and two more armed humans threw a bloody young Mantacore down onto the floor before her. Lorelei suppressed her soft cry at the creature's state. She scooted to him and placed her bound hands into his soft, slick fur.
"My friend, you can't keep doing this." She whispered as her scar began to glow, and his wounds began to close. The Mantacore growled lowly in response, glaring at their captors.
"I would die before they sell me off." The humans around them laughed. As the creature's wounds healed, they opened on Lorelei. Silver blood began to pool onto the cold metal floor. Once she finished, the men hauled the Mantacore up and away. The guard that was with her still leaned down and began to collect her blood into a vial. He filled up three of them before her wounds even began to heal themselves.
"Don't worry sweetheart, your buyer is coming tonight." He sneered "Though I'll miss getting to look at such a pretty broad through these freaks." He closed and locked the cell behind himself, and Lorelei dropped her head down into her knees again, exhausted.
"Get up. You've gotta fix this one again." She looked up, and two more armed humans threw a bloody young Mantacore down onto the floor before her. Lorelei suppressed her soft cry at the creature's state. She scooted to him and placed her bound hands into his soft, slick fur.
"My friend, you can't keep doing this." She whispered as her scar began to glow, and his wounds began to close. The Mantacore growled lowly in response, glaring at their captors.
"I would die before they sell me off." The humans around them laughed. As the creature's wounds healed, they opened on Lorelei. Silver blood began to pool onto the cold metal floor. Once she finished, the men hauled the Mantacore up and away. The guard that was with her still leaned down and began to collect her blood into a vial. He filled up three of them before her wounds even began to heal themselves.
"Don't worry sweetheart, your buyer is coming tonight." He sneered "Though I'll miss getting to look at such a pretty broad through these freaks." He closed and locked the cell behind himself, and Lorelei dropped her head down into her knees again, exhausted.