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Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 10 Mainkie Yassen Irauko (Trading with the devil)
The kwentra looked with interest at the group gathered in front of her. The halflings were seated in front center as usual, her mouth quirked up faintly in amusement. Once she made sure her audience was finally gathered, her face turned serious, her eyes focused on them as her tale started once more.
"Vanim struggled against the strong grip from the orcs that were dragging her. In the midst of her struggle she noticed that the light was increasing in intensity the further she was taken.
They finally stopped at a huge chamber, the light coming from the torches at the walls and an enormous fireplace, the fire blazing angrily.
She was pushed violently to the floor, her hands barely breaking her fall, just enough so her face was not smashed against the cold stone.
She recognized the gruff voice she had heard before.
"Let's see how brave you are now, lythari*"
Vanim felt herself being hauled up and violently tossed against a wall, chains shackled against her wrists and ankles.
Lord Feuyaer's voice was laced with something akin an animal's roar.
"No! Leave her alone!"
Shaking her head, Vanim opened her eyes to look at her master to reassure him she was fine. When she opened her eyes, she stared unbelievably at the wall in front of her. Her eyes opened in amazement at what she saw.
At the wall in front of her, hanging from chains was a most startling creature. Clothed in just a leather loincloth, the body was just like a man's, muscled, and covered in a light golden pelt. The fingers in his hands ended in claws, like an animal.
The face was that of a warg, long blond hair flowing from the top of his head, and when she looked at the eyes, they were not the eyes of an animal.
His eyes, blue as a clear winter's sky, looked full of sorrow and despair. The pain in his gaze tore at her heart. He averted his gaze, his expression one of shame and guilt.
"I never wanted you to see me like this, Vanim."
Her eyes opened wide in recognition, her voice failing at her shock.
"L-lord Feuyaer?"
A new voice interrupted.
"How touching. The beast attracted by beauty."
A hooded figure in white robes approached Lord Feuyaer. The hood made it impossible to know whom this person was.
"I created you, you belong to me, and this time you will yield. It would be a shame if something would happen to your friend here."
As the figure in white said this, an orc approached Vanim carrying a red hot metal poker, so close to her face she could feel the heat emanating from it burning her skin.
Lord Feuyaer growled like a rabid wolf, straining against the chains that kept him at bay.
"Do not touch her. It is me you want. She is of no use to you."
The white figure chuckled in amusement.
"On the contrary, she is very useful to me. She is the reason I know you will obey my orders. If you don't, she will suffer the consequences. Do we have a deal?"
Lord Feuyaer's eyes met Vanim's just for a moment, but for her it felt like an eternity. She could see sorrow, pain, and a plead for forgiveness. In that moment she knew what he had decided.
"No! Don't give in! Whatever happens to me, don't do it! I'm just a servant, I do not matter!"
Lord Feuyaer looked at her once more, his blue eyes fixed on hers, and she saw different emotions reflected in them. There were the ever-present pain and sorrow, mixed with regret and… love? As she kept her gaze fixed with his, she felt like she was drowning in its blue depths.
The white figure stood between them, ending abruptly their silent communication.
"Well, do you have an answer?"
Closing his eyes, Lord Feuyaer slumped his head in defeat.
"Yes, I accept. But you mustn't harm her. Do so and our deal is over."
The white figure turned towards the orcs.
"Take her to her new chambers. See that she is well taken care of."
Vanim looked at Lord Feuyaer as the orcs freed her from the restraints and were forcing her to follow them. As they were leaving the chamber, she saw that Lord Feuyaer was freed as well, the orcs forcing him to kneel in front of the white figure.
"Are you ready to obey me?"
Lord Feuyaer gave the white figure a cold glare filled with barely contained anger.
"Yes."
One of the orcs lashed at him with a whip, the sound of leather breaking flesh resounding everywhere.
"Show respect, lythari*. Yes, what?"
Lord Feuyaer clenched his hands tightly into fists. He could feel the clawed ends piercing his skin.
"Yes, master.""
The kwentra silenced, the time for storytelling had come to and end
as the song and dance would begin momentarily.
*Lythari – Elfish werewolf
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