▼: Eyeing his prisoners, the Grand Highblood smiled, just so happy to see the fear in his prisoner's face. He walked down the corridor, cages lining the walls on either side. He just smiled as he looked side to side at the prisoners, sending chucklevoodoos and fear into each of their minds. Every cat-call, or jeer against the bars was returned with a look that scared them back into submission.
▲: She is sitting at the bars her head lightly resting on the bars her olive green eyes burning with life as they always do, lifting her head up to stare into the face of the Highblood. Fear him, of course does that make her stop baring her fangs as her eyes lock onto his indigo ones? No, but she keeps silent as she stares into them her tail lashing in her annoyance sitting in the cage like a large paw beast, even her hands curled into paws making her seem more animal then troll.
▼: He just looked to the Oliveblood, a small smile growing on his face as he just looked to her, remembering who she was and just why she was there. He stepped over to her, just staring at her through the bars, a sinister smirk widening into something far more frightening than it should've been. "Is there something wrong, PATHETIC PUKEBLOOD?"
▲: She rises up onto her feet and takes hold of the bars her nails digging into her hands as she resists trying to lash out at the higher blooded troll. With a growl in her voice she speaks. "The only thing wrong here is your twisted mind Highblood. Your utter enjoyment of putting fear and pain into other trolls and using the blood of those who die at your hands to create your 'master peace'. "
▼: The Grand Highblood just looked to her, face dropping into a deadpan stare, grabbing a hand from the bars and pulling it out until she was flush against the bars. He kept pulling until he heard the 'pop' that signified her shoulder being pulled from its socket. He held his grip, just looking to her, placing his other hand on her cheek, stroking it with a sharply nailed thumb before just grinning wickedly, "Oh, my dear. You forget, never antagonize one who love causing pain, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR PATHETIC, MEANINGLESS LIFE COULD BE TAKEN FROM YOU IN A FUCKING SECOND."
▲: She growls in pain as she feels her shoulder pulled out of place her hand twitches as her fingers curl forming the paw like hand again in her pain her nails digging into the gray skin making the dark green blood slowly drip from her hand. She watches his hand her lips curled back in a snarl. Her jaw muscles twitching as if to try and bite but she keeps her control tears lightly forming in the corners of her eyes. She forces herself to look at him. "You're not that merciful Highblood...."
▼: He just smirked at her, shoving her arm back with enough force to shove her bone back into place. He then let go, turning to continue walking down the hall, having already grown bored with this one, "The fear of death is the most prominent one you posses, my dear." He turned back, just smiling wickedly, "I MANIPULATE FEAR, NOT PAIN."
▲: She pants then growls. "I have no fear of death now. Not after you had him killed! YOU KILLED MY SUFFERER!!" She throws her entire weight against the wall of the cage making the bars rattle. "I still tell his story and I will always. I want to die but here I live and suffer without him." She throws herself against the wall again then slumps to the floor panting in her rage.
▼: The Grand Highblood just sighed, stopping in the hallway, "You are not worth my time. YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE KILLED BY ME." He was going to continue walking down the hall, but stopped when a Blue-blood passed him, reaching out to grab his arm in a tight grip, "Peasantblood... EXECUTE."
▼: The Blueblood stopped, giving a nervous, sideways glance to The Grand Highblood, wincing once he was in his grip. He swallowed, sweat starting to roll down his forehead as it always did when the highblood touched him. He nodded, reply automatic, "Yes, Highblood." He waited to be released before he moved to the cage, unlocking it and stepping in.
▲: She closes her eyes growling her head bowed mumbling under breath the teachings of the sufferer listening to the blue blood get closer and closer to her cage. Then when he opens it her head shoots up her olive eyes lock onto his navy blue, no fear but the fire of her life burns brightly as ever. She shifts though sluggish because of her fighting with the bars of the cage and her anger calmed by her reminder of the sufferer's teachings to her and all other followers.
▼: Darkleer just looked to her, eyebrows furrowing as he poured into her eyes. He swallowed, leaning down to put handcuffs on her, then pull her to her feet. He was silent as he pulled her down the corridor. He went into a room only slightly larger than her cage had been, grabbing a blindfold from a drawer and tying it over her eyes.
▲: She closes her eyes while he ties it. "Why blindfold me? I don't have to live with killing another troll that I know has done no wrong onto me. Are you unable to handle seeing my eyes once the fire dies?" Her tail is raised up in her pride, her long black and fluffy curls falling around her back and shoulders act like the mane of a great roar beast. It can be assumed she was raised by a lusus of such kind.
▼: "It's procedure," he swallowed, grabbing his bow in one hand, grabbing the chain of the handcuffs in the other, pulling her out into the elements. They seemed to walk for a very long time, the terrain turning from solid bedrock into long blades of grass, then to burning, hot sand.
▲: She follows, once they are out side her senses become heightened. She breaths in deeply, able to smell the bedrock, the grass and finally the sand. Her paw like feet carefully step forward using the sounds of the blue blood's foot steps to tell her where its safe to step and not fall.
▼: Darkleer finally stopped, "Please stay still." He let her go, moving to back up so he could take a shot. Actually, he moved to a nearby pond, splashing water in his face. Never before had he gotten so worked up over executioning. She had to have been his four hundredth victim, but he just... He went back to her, just looking at her and pulling back his bow, arrow ready.
▲: Her muscles tense when he spoke and stood still listening to him move away, expecting to hear the bow being readied she is surprised by the sound of water making her head tilt a bit just as a confused beast would do. She hears him near again and her body flexes a bit as she heats the string on the bow being pulled back. She started to get ready to doge, she isn't bound to the spot but hears a voice in her mind, a voice that sounded to her as her dead lover. She nods a little and plants her feet firmly on the ground and holds her head up high and proudly holding herself up making it impossible not to kill her in a single shot.
▼: He just looks to her, muscles trembling, though it wasn't from the tension of the bow. He just stands there, tears building in his eyes as he watched her move, holding her head up. Was she afraid? She was welcoming it... No, Darkleer had to remind himself of who he was, what his blood color was, but he suddenly recalled how she mumbled some of the teaching, thinking about her words. He shut his eyes, aiming the arrow low, letting it go, hitting the ground at her feet.
▲: She moves her foot forward and touches the arrow with it her face twists confused about how he could miss such an easy shot and speaks aloud. "You were chosen by the Highblood to execute me, and you have faltered? You're lucky no one is around to report you to him of this act. Something he would see as weak and surely would use you to paint his walls." She tilts her head a bit listening in his direction curious now. "Why have you? You've killed so many others I am no different."
▼: He dropped his bow, moving quickly to the Disciple, taking the key out of his pocket, going to her cuffs with shaking hands. He dropped the key, a small "Fiddlestix" leaving his lips as he leaned down, picking it back up in his trembling fingers. Once she was unlocked, he pulled off her blindfold, translucent blue tears building in his eyes as he stared into hers, expression desperate, "Run."
▲: She is in shock for a moment her eyes scanning over his face then softly. "You do know how bad this will look on you...." She slowly backs away. "I'll never forget this act. Nor shall I let it be wasted. Thank you my Furriend." She turns quickly around and dropping to her hands and feet she runs off like a beast into the shadows that will now protect her from danger. The darkness is now her protector, and from it she will work and keep the word of the Sufferer alive and those who can walk among trolls will too spread the word.
▼: Darkleer just watched her run, dropping to his knees, face into his hands as he tried to wrap his head around what he just did.