It was quiet here. Almost too quiet, given how loud her last destination had been. How uncomfortable.
Bress, in her ceremonial garb, flickered watchful hues across the open lake while pursed lips created a disappointed seal. Above hovered displaced megaliths, and beneath their shadows she wandered the shore with bare steps sinking in mossy forest covering. Idly, the Abaasy picked at the blood caked under her nails, though it was secondary to her concerns about her present location. One didn't simply accept the silence of a foreign land if they hoped to survive in the wilds, and it wasn't a lack of civilization that made Bress nervous. Rather, it was the missing sounds of native creatures she expected in the rural wilderness. No birds in the sky near the obtrusive floating isles above, which showed no sign of having been torn from the landscape at any point. No insects near the waterline either.
Bress' lips parted to expel a gentle sigh, and upon coming to rest on the water's edge with her toes lapped at by the lake's reach, she brought up both palms for further examination.
"I didn't escape the bailiwick unscathed." The woman commented to herself, if only to break the reticence of the lake. Still, despite the words, there was no injury present on her person. Inspection started at where congealed vitae crusted at her cuticles, and moved right along the length of her arms. Pale flesh was splattered, stained with maroon Bress had no inkling of origin for; faceless victims had never been worth forming memories of. Despite this, the Abaasy wracked her subconsciousness for any remnant of recollection while further studying old blood splotches. Absently, Bress' toes curled in the muck, allowing mud to pass between each shoeless digit.
Finalizing her search, the creature grazed her fingertips along the curve of her horns as a last minute precaution for those prided adornments. No true Abaasy would continue their miserable existence without a set, and regardless how harmless hers appeared crowning silky locks, the woman respected their true nature. "Not my blood." Bress confirmed before stepping further into the water. Cold currents swelled between her bare shins, threatening to soak through the feathered cloth of her skirt. Abruptly, the woman pulled the hem upwards and over her head, negligent of any chance at an audience considering the isolation of her environment. "Not my blood, but a nuisance." Bress hated messes, and a filthy appearance simply wouldn't do for the demon.
Naturally warm blooded, the initial shock of submerging her nude figure beneath the waves was enough to earn a hiss from lush lips. Her clothing has been tossed back towards the rocks lining the beach, forgotten in the moment as nothing more than soiled layers she would need to attend to when there was nothing left on her person regarding whatever had transpired in the last realm she visited. Back to her thoughts, to a glimpse at what had transpired, while hands busied themselves palming over stubborn gore.
"This is hardly necessary." Bress insisted impatiently as ropes were tugged at by her bound limbs. "I have no desire to run." That much was a lie, of course, but she needn't align herself with any philosophies that heavily favored morality. Demons were immoral by default. "If I meant to run, wouldn't I have done so by now?" And why hadn't she? That detail seemed the most convincing argument Bress was capable of offering in her current state, save maybe empty promises involving favors towards her captors. A moment passed without an answer from those in her presence, though Bress was more than happy to continue the conversation as though she wasn't the only one partaking in it. "I'll have you know I'm rather well known, and should you release me from these restraints, I can assure you there will be no ill will between myself and-"
"You speak as though you have a horse in the race." A laugh was issued, the mocking sort, though Bress' placid expression was unchanged. "If I untie you, this becomes a blood bath. You're right- your reputation precedes you. I know just how wicked you are, and I know behind that pretty face is a torturous soul hellbent on forsaking those who won't air on the side of caution." The stranger held up a wad of burlap, and wagged the makeshift rag at the Abaasy. "I can gag you if you'd like, or you can stop complaining about your treatment. Believe me, I'm a pious man. This could be going far worse for you."
"Piousness doesn't translate well when you're speaking with a bound woman." Bress smirked as she glanced around at the residency, and those in their armor; Templar perhaps. She could never be too certain with all the realms she frequented, though her fear was subdued. Swords were for children, and belonged in the unsophisticated times of mankind. Perhaps she had ended up in a dimension less advanced than her own? Certainly could have been the case if they were limited to rope and broad swords. "Allow me to speak with whomever is in charge of this band of marauders, as I see no reason to waste words on a heathen in cowards colors."
Those men in the background stirred angrily, and her offending comments earned a small growl from the nearest male in plate she spoke to initially. "The King's colors, you mean?"
"Yes. The King. Let me speak with your majesty rather than wait as cargo with his dogs while being eyed hungrily." Bress snorted softly before grinning at the stranger. "I'm not food, and I demand my discrepancies be addressed promptly. I am only so patient, Sir."
Surfacing with a sharp gasp, Bress shook out the length of her pale curls and sucked down a few breaths of needed air before treading slowly back to the shore. Pushing back the tangle of wet locks, the horned being waited naked and nonchalant as she dried off, debating the possibility of sunbathing through the afternoon while figuring out where to head away from this forested venue. The mountains weren't far off, and if she felt so inclined, the creature could take a leisurely stroll in their general direction while keeping an eye out for any sign of humanoids. It wasn't always humans she stumbled upon in her travels, but it was assuredly hard to hide her true self no matter who happened to find her. A set of horns was difficult to explain without a slew of previously prepared answers and excuses, but Bress was practiced in white lies and beautiful fabrications.
"I deserve a small break from wandering, I believe. Would it be fair to assume there are people of some variety here? Floating rocks don't just happen, after all."
Bress, in her ceremonial garb, flickered watchful hues across the open lake while pursed lips created a disappointed seal. Above hovered displaced megaliths, and beneath their shadows she wandered the shore with bare steps sinking in mossy forest covering. Idly, the Abaasy picked at the blood caked under her nails, though it was secondary to her concerns about her present location. One didn't simply accept the silence of a foreign land if they hoped to survive in the wilds, and it wasn't a lack of civilization that made Bress nervous. Rather, it was the missing sounds of native creatures she expected in the rural wilderness. No birds in the sky near the obtrusive floating isles above, which showed no sign of having been torn from the landscape at any point. No insects near the waterline either.
Bress' lips parted to expel a gentle sigh, and upon coming to rest on the water's edge with her toes lapped at by the lake's reach, she brought up both palms for further examination.
"I didn't escape the bailiwick unscathed." The woman commented to herself, if only to break the reticence of the lake. Still, despite the words, there was no injury present on her person. Inspection started at where congealed vitae crusted at her cuticles, and moved right along the length of her arms. Pale flesh was splattered, stained with maroon Bress had no inkling of origin for; faceless victims had never been worth forming memories of. Despite this, the Abaasy wracked her subconsciousness for any remnant of recollection while further studying old blood splotches. Absently, Bress' toes curled in the muck, allowing mud to pass between each shoeless digit.
Finalizing her search, the creature grazed her fingertips along the curve of her horns as a last minute precaution for those prided adornments. No true Abaasy would continue their miserable existence without a set, and regardless how harmless hers appeared crowning silky locks, the woman respected their true nature. "Not my blood." Bress confirmed before stepping further into the water. Cold currents swelled between her bare shins, threatening to soak through the feathered cloth of her skirt. Abruptly, the woman pulled the hem upwards and over her head, negligent of any chance at an audience considering the isolation of her environment. "Not my blood, but a nuisance." Bress hated messes, and a filthy appearance simply wouldn't do for the demon.
Naturally warm blooded, the initial shock of submerging her nude figure beneath the waves was enough to earn a hiss from lush lips. Her clothing has been tossed back towards the rocks lining the beach, forgotten in the moment as nothing more than soiled layers she would need to attend to when there was nothing left on her person regarding whatever had transpired in the last realm she visited. Back to her thoughts, to a glimpse at what had transpired, while hands busied themselves palming over stubborn gore.
---
"This is hardly necessary." Bress insisted impatiently as ropes were tugged at by her bound limbs. "I have no desire to run." That much was a lie, of course, but she needn't align herself with any philosophies that heavily favored morality. Demons were immoral by default. "If I meant to run, wouldn't I have done so by now?" And why hadn't she? That detail seemed the most convincing argument Bress was capable of offering in her current state, save maybe empty promises involving favors towards her captors. A moment passed without an answer from those in her presence, though Bress was more than happy to continue the conversation as though she wasn't the only one partaking in it. "I'll have you know I'm rather well known, and should you release me from these restraints, I can assure you there will be no ill will between myself and-"
"You speak as though you have a horse in the race." A laugh was issued, the mocking sort, though Bress' placid expression was unchanged. "If I untie you, this becomes a blood bath. You're right- your reputation precedes you. I know just how wicked you are, and I know behind that pretty face is a torturous soul hellbent on forsaking those who won't air on the side of caution." The stranger held up a wad of burlap, and wagged the makeshift rag at the Abaasy. "I can gag you if you'd like, or you can stop complaining about your treatment. Believe me, I'm a pious man. This could be going far worse for you."
"Piousness doesn't translate well when you're speaking with a bound woman." Bress smirked as she glanced around at the residency, and those in their armor; Templar perhaps. She could never be too certain with all the realms she frequented, though her fear was subdued. Swords were for children, and belonged in the unsophisticated times of mankind. Perhaps she had ended up in a dimension less advanced than her own? Certainly could have been the case if they were limited to rope and broad swords. "Allow me to speak with whomever is in charge of this band of marauders, as I see no reason to waste words on a heathen in cowards colors."
Those men in the background stirred angrily, and her offending comments earned a small growl from the nearest male in plate she spoke to initially. "The King's colors, you mean?"
"Yes. The King. Let me speak with your majesty rather than wait as cargo with his dogs while being eyed hungrily." Bress snorted softly before grinning at the stranger. "I'm not food, and I demand my discrepancies be addressed promptly. I am only so patient, Sir."
---
Surfacing with a sharp gasp, Bress shook out the length of her pale curls and sucked down a few breaths of needed air before treading slowly back to the shore. Pushing back the tangle of wet locks, the horned being waited naked and nonchalant as she dried off, debating the possibility of sunbathing through the afternoon while figuring out where to head away from this forested venue. The mountains weren't far off, and if she felt so inclined, the creature could take a leisurely stroll in their general direction while keeping an eye out for any sign of humanoids. It wasn't always humans she stumbled upon in her travels, but it was assuredly hard to hide her true self no matter who happened to find her. A set of horns was difficult to explain without a slew of previously prepared answers and excuses, but Bress was practiced in white lies and beautiful fabrications.
"I deserve a small break from wandering, I believe. Would it be fair to assume there are people of some variety here? Floating rocks don't just happen, after all."
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