"In Harga death is a blessing cloaked from society. A secret soon seen by those who were once blinded by the false hope of love, life, and peace. Hope doesn't exist anymore. Like the king... We will all soon go mad under his rule. His thirst for pow...
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"Wh-what do you want me to do exactly?" He asked hesitantly in the room filled with blood. Around him instruments of tourcher and pain. Laid out neatly and organized as if disorganization would make everything worse in the mind of the mad elven General. And Daera knew nothing of him, no back story, he only knew of his name and they he knew of him. Nothing more, nothing less.
As Źálîar approached a curtain he pulled the fabric aside. A wooden table with wheels upon it revealed itself to Daera as he gasped at the sight of the elf that laid upon it. He was big, his body bigger than any other elf he had ever seen before. Capable of comparing him to Kalïgar with a simple glance but he could tell he was shorter than the king. His head as shiny as a gemstone. Well shaved and kept, his eyes were small at first glance yet it was the shadows that covered his well tanned skin. Giving it a look as if he were bruised by Źálîar. His skin un touched by any fresh scars, cuts, even that of any facial blemish. Appearing asleep upon the table as Daera stared at the elf in confusion before he quickly threw his head in Źálîar's direction.
"Does Kalïgar know you have him!?" He asked with a slight squeal to his voice as he approached the table. Examining the elf. He couldn't tell if he was breathing or not, as he laid his head against the elf's bare chest, trying to listen for any signs of a bump. Anything to indicate that the elf was alive in any way. Yet as he continued to listen the elf jolted harshly. His arms held back by the restrains as the elf glanced at Daera as soon as he jumped from his chest. He didn't look scared, he looked more aggravated and annoyed than anything else. His glance shifted to a glare as his eyes met Źálîar.
"Ah! He knows. He knows." Staring back at the elf as he once again pulled on his restraints, not saying or even uttering a single word before his eyes once again met Daera's. His eyes were a nice oceanic blue, shiny with a ring of grey around the deeper inner recesses of his eye. As he did so he took a deep breath. Clenching his fists tightly as he pulled against his restrains as hard as he possibly could. The skin around his arms turned white from the pressure. His face turned red with it as with one final yank. Pulled free from the restraint that held his left arm down. Flexing his body as he unclamped his other restraints.
All Daera could do was cower in fear as the elf looked down at him. His significantly short stature spelled trouble as he shut his eyes. Awaiting the embrace of death. Yet as he did so the elf payed no attention to him as he growled. Baring his teeth at Źálîar as he clenched his fist once more." Źálîar.." He only managed a whisper as Daera looked at the back of his neck. A bight Mark, fresh and seemed almost infected as he approached Źálîar slowly." I'm going to rip you apart for what you've done."
"Is that so? It didn't take much to knock you out once. Besides this is my study. I'd rather end it quickly before you make a mess out of it. Tell me Čozar. How many Cupbearers does it take to take out a 6'3 elven warrior?" He asked it as if it were a joke to him. All the elf could do was tilt his head before a sharp pain entered his shoulder. A scalpel bludgeoned deep into his shoulder, blood streaming down his back as he quickly turned to glance at the short Cupbearer. Reaching over his shoulder as he pulled the scalpel free from his shoulder blade as he approached Daera in anger. Swinging his arm to the side as he sent him flying into the wall. Knocking a few shelves of knives and other instruments to the floor as Čozar stared at Daera for only a moment. Before he felt Źálîar dig his teeth into his shoulder harshly. Blood seeping from the cracks between his teeth. His arms wrapped firmly around him as Čozar desperately tried to move. Growling from the pain as they slowly turned to gasps of pain. Becoming paralyzed from the bite . Freezing up for as soon as Źálîar let go of him he collapsed. His body twitched in his desperate attempts to move.
