Tagged : Aaralyn | Words : 643 | Notes : Time jump them! Or make mention of a little more of the trip there as they rush or whatever!

Fillim had the girl as he wanted her – quiet and blinded, unable to continue her blabbering to him and unable to see to escape. A sense of victory – and one of his body’s relief, with him no longer pressed closely beside her – came over him, and for a little while, Fillim could envision the ultimate success with this whole plan in which he got exactly what he wanted, if not more, out of the Thieves Guild for the safe return of this girl. If he got lucky, he would get one or two of them out in the open enough to stab in the chest, too. The idea of it brought him so much pleasure that Fillim couldn’t bother to get upset when the girl nearly tripped over the log like she’d never seen the woodlands in her life. He only blinked as if bored and stared into what he could see of her face, deciding that her fragile-looking form and apparent lack of sensibility to her surroundings made her quite a poor Bosmer, and probably one who had lived her whole life benefitting from her brother’s involvement in the Thieves Guild. Fillim almost hoped he met this brother sometime soon, to be the one to put his rotten life to an end.

He hadn’t thought that asking her questions could get him frustrated again, but her constant stream of I don’t know, this time about the number of people aware of her trip out into these woods, made him squint his eyes closed in a short burst of impatience. Did she know anything, or was he dealing with some imbecile who would be nothing more to him than a bag of flesh and an opportunity to get the random he wanted? Who would want her back if she was truly as ignorant as she seemed right now? Fillim made an effort to pull her away from a tree that she would have blindly run into, looking ahead to the trail and above him to Foroch again. His arms almost felt tingly with the need to do…something got get her to move faster so he could really start to get some information from her and get started on sending his ransom letter, but his voice countered these feelings, coming out as solid as ever as he avoided her covered face. ”I don’t care what you say,” he said, simply. ”You will be too far away from anyone who would know you came here to make any difference.” Fillim had ensured that his camp lay deep within the woods and far enough from Riften to make anyone who found it fearful of what they might find within, and he would always have prior warning from Foroch before getting taken off guard. It would be Fillim, the girl, and any dead bodies that wanted to litter the ground.

Fillim wanted to reach that camp. As alone as they seemed, with his own breath and their footsteps the only sound he could hear, he didn’t like being so exposed as they were in the open woods. Even creatures, though Fillim obviously had a natural ability to notice them, could interrupt their march and give the girl an opportunity to escape. Letting out a loud sigh, Fillim kicked aside the shattered trunk of a freshly fallen tree and stepped over it, almost lifting the girl with the one arm that remained fixed to her elbow as he did. He would drag her along faster if he needed to, but hopefully she noticed when he started rushing forward and continued pulling. She had better make sure she didn’t start falling down, either, or he was going to make good on his promise of carrying her there in whatever way he so chose. The camp was up ahead, and he planned to make it there with no glitches whatsoever.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Save me I’m buriedalive this time {WORDS } 643 {TAGGED } Fillim {WEARING} Something! Aaralyn couldn't figure this wayward bosmer out. He acted and spoke tough, yet didn't kill her. Why should he kidnap her and drag her off if he was just going to kill her wherever his camp was? Why not just get it over and done with right away? Aaralyn wanted to ask him that, but instead she simply watched him out of her dark eyes and waited. For what, she wasn't quite sure yet. The right opportunity to speak? To run? To fight? She was good with a bow - what bosmer wasn't - but she realized she didn't stand much of a chance openly fighting him. When she escaped, it would have to be behind the scenes and quick. She couldn't slip up, couldn't make a mistake. While he hadn't seriously injured her yet, Aaralyn couldn't be sure what he was capable of or what he would do to her if she provoked him far enough - and she was sure that trying to escape would be provoking him to that point. While she didn't doubt she could slip away from him, she would have to choose the right moment and hope he didn't kill her before then. HIs answer wasn't reassuring either. Glaring at him from under her blindfold, Aaralyn's mind raced some more. Why did he bother? Unfortunately, he didn't mention a reason, and so he simply continued to usher her along at a quick pace - one her feet could hardly keep up with. She hoped there was no more obstacles in her way, since she realized he would probably only get angry again if she tripped up and slowed him down. She couldn't decide if she should speak up or stay quiet about who would know she was out here, and so without knowing, she stayed silent and didn't say anything while he drug her away. How far was he going to take her? And why? He started really rushing her then. Forced to rely heavily on him for guidance with her state of blindness, Aaralyn leaned against him while he dragged her over an obstacle she thought might be of wooden origin, nearly running to keep up with his increased stride. Obviously he wanted to get away...but from what? While not tiring out, Aaralyn's nerves were already on edge, his manic race through the forest wasn't helping that either. And finally they stopped. With her chest heaving ever so slightly, Aaralyn stood prepared for him to rush off and start to drag her along once more. It seemed like hours since he had grabbed her in her cave - and she thought that it actually might be. They were probably miles away from where she'd been snagged. How was her brother going to find her now? Biting her lip, Aaralyn couldn't help but want to succumb to her fears. Having watched her parents die by the hands of selfish bandits and thieves like this one that now had her, she was simply waiting for him to run her through with his blade and loot her body for a few coin he could produce. Yet he was keeping her alive so far. Why? "Are we stopping for the night?", she asked in a small voice. {NOTES} ONE THING DONE

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Evan’s Blue

Tagged : Aaralyn | Words : 802 | Notes : Not a thing! :D

Right, now she was starting to get the idea. Though Fillim initially let a touch of anger settle over him with her leaning against him and his believing that such proximity would make his body have the same, unsavory sensation as before, the realization that such a reaction by her likely meant that she had fully adhered to the idea of where he was dragging her did provide him with a sense of satisfaction. She'd stay quiet as they got to the camp, and as time dragged on and Fillim kept dragging her over rocks, holes in the ground, logs, roots, and other similarly unimpressive obstacles, he felt more and more confident that he'd get her to his well-hidden camp for the night without anyone crossing paths with them and causing him trouble. Foroch made no fuss and Fillim's eyes caught no sights of anyone, and after enough time had passed and Fillim could essentially sense his own footprints in the unbeaten paths of these woods, he knew the camp sat just ahead of him, and for the first time the whole day, he nearly managed a smile. He did manage a deep breath of relief, though one quiet enough that the girl wouldn't hear it.

Then, the camp. Fillim dragged the girl the short distance to the small stretch of meager belongings concealed by an abnormal roll in the ground and a tight arrangement of trees. Foroch had already arrived, sitting perched and minding his own business on one of the tree branches just above the camp, probably pondering a meal after all his hard work. Fillim stopped once he reached the edge of the camp. It wasn't much to speak of - his shelter was enough to cover perhaps an elf and a dog comfortably, and the pile of firewood he'd accumulated sat a few feet away, almost under the strange lip that the ground created around one side of the camp. Aside from a few sticks that served to hold whatever he cooked and a few scattered utensils and other necessary items that spilled out of the shelter, there was nothing but leaves and dirt and the smallest bit of grass. The exact type of camp no one ever paid any attention to even if they somehow managed to find it in the woods, and Fillim knew no one would find this place...not so long as Foroch watched the perimeter and no sounds were made.

Immediately, though, a sound was made, though not one that sparked Fillim's anger. He glared at the girl momentarily when she asked her question, pondering for a few seconds if he should or shouldn't take the blindfold off of her. No...not until after he had her tied in place securely. He scowled and stared into the camp again, dragging her by the arm once more to get her to his pile of wood, where he solidly stepped his boot onto hers and finally let her arm go - he might be releasing his grip, but she wasn't leaving, as he bent over the small stack of wood long enough to dig out a sharp piece that could serve as a stake. "What do you think?", he asked, roughly, thinking the question pointless. She didn't want to be here, kidnapped by him anyway, so why did she care about his plans for the night? All she was right now was oxen to be herded around from place to place, and oxen were best quiet.

Grabbing her arm again, he pulled her over to beside his shelter - not close enough for her to reach it, but close enough that she would always be on hand if he needed to do something to discourage any plans she made. Putting the same boot into the back of her leg around the knee, he took her to the ground efficiently, turning her around and pressing her down into the leaves on her back long enough for him to stand and shove the stake roughly into the ground, taking the dagger from his belt and notching it off towards the bottom. Silently, he lifted her up and pressed her back against the stake, taking the ties on her wrists to knot tightly in the notches in the wood, securing her hands behind her and against it. Fetching more from his belt, he knelt down next to her legs and robbed her of her boots, dropping them inside his shelter, to make sure that the ties he put around her ankles were tight and secure. Finally, once his work was all done, he stepped to her and stared a few seconds, content with his work, before he roughly took the blindfold from her face.

He was going to do this. He was going to get his ransom, and he already had her here. Fillim could only smirk at her a moment before stepping over to make preparations for a fire for the night.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Save me I’m buriedalive this time {WORDS } 709 {TAGGED } Fillim {WEARING} Something! Aaralyn was getting very tired of being dragged around and prodded like she was some sort of toy doll to be tampered with. With her teeth clenched tightly behind her thinned lips, she glared against the darkness that was settled over her eyes and wished she could rip it right off her face to deposit away from her. While she welcomed the dark in some situations, Elmira sure didn't enjoy others, this included. Though prepared to once more have this bandit drag her off and once again make a mad dash through the forest and cause her to trip and be forced to rely on him - something she didn't much like doing, Aaralyn hoped that they were at least going to get something of a break. While she was fit, Aaralyn wasn't used to being dragged and half running through a forest as if someone was on their tails to kill them. This was one time she wouldn't mind that. Anything was better than being in the hands of a bandit with death or worse likely to happen at any time. When he snapped out a question in response to her own, Aaralyn bristled and glared once more through the blindfold in his general direction. Her tone was mild, even quiet, when she responded, however "I think I'm tired of being dragged around like a stuffed doll a child has, cold, and you should either kill me or allow me to do the honors for you." Aaralyn would rather just take her own life than have to be worried he would...well, do something worse to her. Once more she felt herself being dragged and balked slightly, her entire body tense. She was just that. Cold, tired, hungry and in need of taking care of private business. The last thing she wanted to do right at the moment was run around through the forest some more. She considered flopping over and not budging, but instead of dragging her off, he pushed a boot to the back of her knee and forced her onto the ground. Panic seized her entire body then. Was he going to have his way with her? Or try? Aaralyn would rather struggle and simply be put out of her misery than allow that to happen, and was prepared to do just that. Bearing her teeth, she was about to kick and bite if he tried, but instead he seemed more worried of doing something else - a moment later she was pulled up and deposited against some sort of post. Unfortunately, she traded one bad situation for another, as she found herself with her arms tied behind her now, and a moment later her boots were being removed, to which she started to protest - a moment later falling silent. There was worse things he could do than take her boots, though her feet would be chilled. At least she had her eyesight back - something she nearly wanted to weep in relief over. Glaring at him and allowing her face to leave the neutral expression, Aaralyn drew her tied feet up and tucked them as best she could beneath her legs, attempting to get as much warmth radiated from her own body as she could. "I hope you die.", she bit out in anger - the first sign she had shown of any emotion aside from terror. Something told her to keep quiet, but she allowed herself that one sentence before falling back into silence and glaring at him through her dark gaze. {NOTES} ANGRY AARALYN IS ANGRY

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Evan’s Blue

Tagged : Aaralyn | Words : 623 | Notes : Something about this thread...I just love it. XD

For all the good the girl's quiet had done to improve Fillim's mood, a few words nearly set Fillim's temper off yet again. Did she really thing that any of her complaining and moaning would do anything close to helping her? No, it would only make Fillim more and more upset with her, and then she'd get the pleasure of enjoying a gag in her mouth to keep her quiet. Grunting quietly at her and giving her the most distasteful of looks at her words, he debated tearing into an explanation of how he wasn't going to kill her, but make her watch as he killed anyone who came after her. Deciding against it, though, lest she get bolder with the revelation and he'd have to silence her, he simply went to his work. If he didn't want to secure her mouth just yet, he did want to get her secure so she could no longer have the ability to flee from him without him clinging to her every second. In fact, seeing her tied up against the pole there gave him a sense of relief again. It was as if business could go on as usual, simply with his leverage against the Theives Guild providing him too-loud company. He couldn't even call the girl company - she was more like a squawking bird caged there by his tent rather than another elf, as much as he cared what she was saying and doing.

Leaving her to her own misery and however she chose to enjoy it, Fillim started on his fire, grabbing the sticks slowly but surely and forming a fresh stack of them near his cooking pot in a peak. Almost as if on cue, Foroch squawked from above, drawing Fillim's eyes up to see what it was the hawk had found deeper within the woods. He stood, spotting the hawk's target - a rabbit skittering through a nearby pile of leaves, unaware that it had any sort of company. There was Fillim's meal for the night. Pulling his bow from his back, and suddenly remembering to dump the girl's satchel and equipment within his tent and out of her sight, he notched an arrow and straightened to down the creature when the girl spoke up. He scowled at her trite comment, but made the shot, hearing Foroch's wings start to flap almost as soon as the arrow whizzed from the bow and landed directly in the rabbit's side, pinning it to a nearby root. "I will die," Fillim answered, snarkily, as he dropped his bow back around his shoulder and watched Foroch go and fetch the dying little creature. "Someday. Everyone does." Like everyone in the Thieves Guild, he thought to himself without betraying the pleasure of the thought.

Returning to his pile of sticks and obviously ignoring the girl outright, Fillim carefully pushed his pot into place before rearing back lightly and lighting a fireball in his hand. With one easy motion, he aimed it down to the pile of sticks and sent a small burst into it, two or three of them immediately catching flame as the spell hit them. Stoking these tiny flames with another stick as he dropped onto the ground with his legs crossed, Fillim looked rather pleased with himself as if impressing someone and poked until he heard Foroch approaching with the rabbit. It was unceremoniously dropped beside Fillim, nearly onto the girl's lap. Again, Fillim ignored her while he grabbed it and pulled it to himself to prepare it. He continued working with the practiced skills of an elf who had spent many a night like this one, almost absent-minded as he removed the knife from his belt and started skinning the rabbit. Foroch, too, dropped attentively near the fire and seemed interested in scanning the girl, Fillim giving his hawk a dirty look while he did so. If Fillim didn't want to pay her any attention, his hawk shouldn't, either.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Save me I’m buriedalive this time {WORDS } 768 {TAGGED } Fillim {WEARING} Something! She wanted him to say something. Anything! She would take any bit of words ushered forth from his mouth rather than the complete silence that met her questioning. She would gladly run a blade through her own heart than allow him to do so - but so be it if he killed her. Still, knowing would be far better than waiting. Aaralyn could feel her mouth get dry, and she continued to glare at his direction under the cloth covering her eyes. Pride kept her from going on after she had already asked him if he was going to kill her. If he was - and she really did think so - then he should simply get it over with. Why toy with her this way for something that might have been a disgusting pleasure? Finding joy in the pain of others could be nothing less than that. Oh how she wished her brother was here, to take her away and hug her like he did. She would even take her dog, anything but this silence that was now permeating the air. Deciding she couldn't take his abhorrence, the silence, or anything else about the situation, she finally spat out what she had been thinking for some time now - her hopes that he would die. That hadn't been the response she had wanted, and it caused her to bare her teeth slightly in annoyance. While she didn't know for sure what was happening, she did realize by the subtle sounds that he was doing something, probably with a bow. Hunting perhaps? Well regardless, he'd better have not picked up her bow to hunt. Finely crafted, her brother had made sure it would suit her perfectly. Enough power to defend herself, but still light and easy to carry. If he did anything to it...well he would regret it. Cruel, wasn't it, how someone could be made to think so ill of others in such a short time. In her current state of being unable to do or see anything, her mind wandered to her past, particularly the first feelings of hatred she had ever known. It had been bandits then too, taking the lives of her parents, and all their means of living. And for what? Mere scraps. That was it. Scraps. Barely enough for a splurge of mead to fill their rotted bellies. So lost in thought had she become, that the object dropping so near made her jerk slightly, her knees bending toward her and the rest of her body tensing as if preparing itself for attack. But nothing came of it, and a moment later the warm object - perhaps what he had been hunting - was retrieved and she was left to her own thoughts once more. Slowly her legs relaxed and her hands returned to the ground behind her. There, she remembered just how damp she was, as she felt the wet cloth still clinging to her skin. Once her mind had settled on that fact, she instantly shivered, nearly violently so, and then curled her legs back up to try to conserve body heat. She despised the thought of asking for anything from this man. She doubted he would give it to her, or even answer her, and pride left her to deny asking. Instead, she set her jaw and continued to shiver from the dampness that wouldn't go away. Damned bandit. Of course at that moment she felt an itch on her nose. Wriggling it, she scrunched her face up to try and get the feeling to go away, even shifting her entire body and reaching her shoulder to relieve her of her itch. After, she made the misery she was going through evident when she sighed obnoxiously loud, waited a few seconds, and did so again. "Why don't you just kill me.", she muttered out. {NOTES} This turned out better than I thought it would XD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Evan’s Blue