Legendless
Netherworld Overlord
"So that is all?"
Tor looked up from the bed she was sitting on. It had taken some provoking and time but Scyra had gotten the story out of her. It was surprisingly and disappointingly short and she didn't seem to know much. Still Scyra did not think he was wrong in his taking of her. Tor was still tense and he could barely move from where he stood at the door without her flinching or something.
"Can I go now?"
"Go? Go where? Back to your master? Back to the Orcs? Or back to your friends?"
With his one eye he watched her. She seemed to be split in her descion. Part of her wanted to run away from him, but part wanted to say. He could hear her thoughts that at least she was safe here. He also laughed. If she felt so safe why not let him approach her? It was confusing but then women were always that for him. He retracted from her mind, she shivering at it, and then paused. Suddenly he found himself cut off from it. He was alarmed and he looked around. Tor herself seemed to be a bit surprised.
"What was that," he asked a bit harsh. In all his time he had yet to have entered someone and then be shut out so suddenly. There were those who could block off psychic attempts on themselves but this girl was not one of them. She seemed capable of very little which fit being a human and a slave. Scyra had always been surprised of his own power though it was not always useful or strong. It really depended on the person he was using it on.
"I am not- Are you okay?"
Scyra staggered a bit. He could see it. Someone running for the girl. One of her companions? He frowned. He had no intention of dealing with anyone but Tor, or Niinji or whoever she was. He sighed deeply.
"You are safe her girl. I have lived here for a good while. Stay here and I will help you."
"Why?"
"I was once a slave too."
Tor looked up from the bed she was sitting on. It had taken some provoking and time but Scyra had gotten the story out of her. It was surprisingly and disappointingly short and she didn't seem to know much. Still Scyra did not think he was wrong in his taking of her. Tor was still tense and he could barely move from where he stood at the door without her flinching or something.
"Can I go now?"
"Go? Go where? Back to your master? Back to the Orcs? Or back to your friends?"
With his one eye he watched her. She seemed to be split in her descion. Part of her wanted to run away from him, but part wanted to say. He could hear her thoughts that at least she was safe here. He also laughed. If she felt so safe why not let him approach her? It was confusing but then women were always that for him. He retracted from her mind, she shivering at it, and then paused. Suddenly he found himself cut off from it. He was alarmed and he looked around. Tor herself seemed to be a bit surprised.
"What was that," he asked a bit harsh. In all his time he had yet to have entered someone and then be shut out so suddenly. There were those who could block off psychic attempts on themselves but this girl was not one of them. She seemed capable of very little which fit being a human and a slave. Scyra had always been surprised of his own power though it was not always useful or strong. It really depended on the person he was using it on.
"I am not- Are you okay?"
Scyra staggered a bit. He could see it. Someone running for the girl. One of her companions? He frowned. He had no intention of dealing with anyone but Tor, or Niinji or whoever she was. He sighed deeply.
"You are safe her girl. I have lived here for a good while. Stay here and I will help you."
"Why?"
"I was once a slave too."