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 [M] Down on Your Knees You Just Don't Look so Tall, Tag: Loretta
♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Nov 15 2017, 06:41 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The Sub-Venetian Labyrinth was a dark, stony, frozen series of hallways after chambers, after chamber, after hallway that stretched for what felt impossibly like miles. No matter how far they went, no life was found. There was no sound, save for the echo of their feet on stone, no warmth, save what their body made that was slowly being consumed by the labyrinth's temperature. This wasn't a place built to house life. It was a place built to house people deepest fears, a place to house nightmares. Many days been spent carving out this path. It was laid out not just to bring his prisoner to her new accommodations, but to wear on her already tired mind. The labyrinth had been traced through with scrutinizing effort until this path was perfect. This place wasn’t completely unfamiliar to Loretta, so additional effort had to be put forward for it to have any true effect on her.

Finding the girl had been simple. The Nightmare King's plot against her for her treachery was to just send her nightmares every night, which had made her easy to find, just follow the nightmares. He traced her steps for sometime, watching her patterns and how she was, learning of where she would be and when it would be best to take her. She'd been moving, an empty apartment open to him for a surprise attack. All that had been left in their wake was a toppled over chair and a carton of milk spilled and left to sour on the floor. It didn't have to be that way. Skoll had earnestly tried to let Loretta come peacefully, to stop her childish running and come back to the Anti-Guardians. She was obviously so tired of running. Skoll thought her a fool for even considering standing up for him and making him hurt her just to force her to come. Loretta could have been welcomed back with beautiful accommodations, but due to her defiance of his invitation, Skoll now had to treat her as a prisoner.

Either way, Loretta would do what he wished, and Skoll would ensure that.

There had been no talking the entire journey. Had Loretta said a word, Skoll hadn't responded, just gave her a warning glance with unwavering eye contact until she shrank away. They'd been walking for hours and Skoll, after a full night’s sleep, was not as affected by these conditions as Loretta would be. When she slowed her pace, as tired as she was, Skoll would growl fiercely and grab her arm, claws digging into her soft flesh, and pull her along with him to show her the pace he wanted her to walk at. There was no chance, not even for a moment, for Loretta to be comfortable. Breathing was becoming difficult after descending a few sets of stairs, going deeper into the earth. It was cold enough to shiver, but Skoll pulled his furs tighter to him and was unaffected by the climate.

A set of stairs ended on a hallway, lit with dim, eerie flames at the entrance, but stretched both directions into dark abysses. Skoll turned to the left, flames bouncing to life to reveal a hall that went for miles. Here, there was noise. Terrible noise. Groans echoed off the walls, sounds of pain, of sorrow swirling around them as they paced down the hall. There were other’s here, shadows feeding of their fears, making them mad with fear. The hall was just rows and rows of doors, behind each a personal hell. They fed off one another, one's pain grating on another's nerves, making them scream in fury. The melancholy was so palpable you could taste it, but that could have just been the stench of sweat and prisoners long forgotten.

Skoll's pace slowed to a meander now as they neared her door, taking his time to pull a set of iron keys room a pouch strapped to his belt.

“You know, had you listened to me, I had a whole other set of accommodations for you,” Skoll told Loretta. “It was a beautiful room, too. I made sure of that. I wanted you to succeed here, Loretta, and you cannot do that without being taken care of properly. But, you've made it hard to trust you now. But, you could earn it still.” The better accommodations were a lie. This was always to be where Loretta stayed, but it was best to keep her believing that there was a way to live better than this.

He placed the key into the hole just below the rusted doorknob and turned the key, a firm click noise ringing down the endless hallway. “This room is different from the others in this hallway, though, better,” the door swung open then and Skoll motioned for her to enter. In a small fire pit on one end of the room, a dim sickly green fire jumped to life. It warmed the room, but only just enough to ensure her limbs didn't become useless for battle. Not far from the fire was a bed, not extravagant, but nothing more than an army cot, meant to sleep on, but never be too comfortable. Laying in the middle of the floor, was dark iron cuff attached to a long chain that led to the bed, where it was fused to a leg, in turn fused to the floor of the chamber. On the far wall, opposite the flames and furniture, where four chains and cuffs drilled into the wall, a sort of visual warning for misbehaviour.

“Remove your clothing, please,” Skoll commanded, the please more of a formality than anything.

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 Posted: Nov 15 2017, 11:41 PM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


Loretta's mind was racing. It had been racing since this whole mess begun. She had let her guard down... and this was the result. Not an unknown one...but one that came sooner than she imagined it would.

Months of nightmares would finally end, as would her life- fitting. But there were some hints left for her to mull over. First being is that he did need her. Whoever this was, seemed keen on tracking her down. Her specifically. And she had no doubt Pitch Black was in the know about this- especially after Nian Shi Lan's actions at Centralia... and his response.

Just the thought of all of this was making her stomach turn. She was going to die. Probably painfully... she couldn't heal like Julian...and she wasn't sure if they would attack her using something to strike back at her abilities...but she had to keep an aware mind of what would be in store.

"Come, then. I'm sure you've gotten rusty since you've been gone and I have to have you at peak performance before Christmas."

The words came back, and provided a small comfort. There might still be a way out of this... she had until Christmas apparently. And he was concerned about her performance. This meant he couldn't go too far in what he did with her. She had to be able to perform...to do something for him.

As they walked her eyes occasionally glanced over to him, trying to take him in, figure out what he wanted... and coming up with nothing. His pace was pretty normal, but after hours of walking she was beginning to tire from her lack of sleep and eventually tiredness was winning over adrenaline, but each time she slowed she'd feel the sharpness of his claws dig into her, resulting in a pained breath escaping her as they kept the pace he wanted. She didn't dare talk, for now letting the silence fill the air between them- he was intent on keeping power here. And challenging it unnecessarily would be a bad idea, she couldn't be reckless.

The labyrinth came not too long after, a familiar but not missed sight for the former Anti-Guardian, and the season did no favors as they descended into the darkness. Loretta began to shiver as the coldness surrounded her, and while she could dismiss the cold with a fake illusion, for now...letting the cold affect her did more good than harm, cold kept her alert, it kept her awake. And she needed to be both now. The man continued on, moving through the tunnels and hallways and stairs until they came to one hallway... it was clear what it was... it was a prisoner's hall.

The hallway stretched on and on... she had never been to this particular place... there were groans and sobbing coming from the other doors. Pain...and hushed whispers and mad laughter also mixed to create a horrifying background to what she assumed would be her new home. Shadows shifted, no doubt hiding fearlings. The man's pace finally slowed and Loretta attempted to catch her breath but failing to do so. She was still shaking, but at this point she knew not if it was from the cold or from fear. He removed a key from a pouch and addressed her, going on about how he had another room prepared...one that was nicer...how he wanted her to succeed. How he wanted to take care of her but he needed to trust her.

Why did those words sound so familiar... she wondered choosing to just nod in response, showing she heard his words and acknowledged them.

When he opened the door, she quickly took in the room, a fire burned in a sickly green color, far more pale and yellowed than her own emerald flames she occasionally summoned. So the light would be a bit easy to endure...that was good she supposed. There was a bed... and here she thought she was going to be killed or just put in a cell with nothing. A bed was something. Even if uncomfortable...better than the floor. So he was serious about somewhat caring for her... of course she also didn't miss the chains and cuffs. One attached to the bed, and another set on the wall.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke to her once more- this time telling her to remove her clothes. The memory of him studying her and touching her face was still in the back of her mind. Was he going to take her clothes? Or do something far worse? He said 'please' but the tone of voice he used made her well aware that this was no request. She turned to look at him clearly surprised at what he wanted her to do.

She was still shivering, but... could she afford to defy his orders at this very second? If she was honest she was tired and just wanted to be left alone. Exhaling a bit, Loretta began to hesitantly unbutton her blue blouse.




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♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Dec 3 2017, 09:37 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Skoll moved into the room with Loretta, his eyes not even on her as she removed her blouse. The door slowly swung closed, the rusted hinges shrieking in protest. Skoll tried not to smile at the sound, it was exactly the sound that he'd achieved in practice with this particular door. This door would not close silentlu, either. It slammed shut with the weight of itself, the sound reverberating off the hollow chambers, echoing down the endless hallway. Perfection.

As her frozen fingers, slowly being warmed just a little by the temperature of the room, unfastened the last button of her blouse, Skoll's eyes finally landed upon her. She was taking far too long to undress. When the door closed, he expected her clothing to be discarded, and she seemed to not understand that. Very frustrating. Impatience was building with her slow compliance, his muscles twitching with the desire to rip the clothing from her. His skin itched to feel the sting on the back of his hand as it met with her cheek. Skoll pushed those desires down with a quiet, even exhale.

"That is a beautiful shirt," he complimented slowly, approaching. "Especially on you."

His eyes flicked over her body and a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Skoll's body began to crowd her as his approach didn't stop. Despite being smaller, he was broader, stronger, and far more confident. Skoll looked at her with unwavering eye contact as the back of his hand stroked down her arm, satiating the need for the sting with the tingle of a caress. He could feel how cold she'd become, despite her blood pulsing quickly through her veins. Their bodies were pressed together then. Skoll felt the way she backed off from him, a chuckle escaping him as he just pressed further. This was exactly the reaction he'd tried to pull forth. As he moved closer again, she backed away, continuing this push and pull until there was no where for her to back up, the back of her legs hitting against the bed. Loretta was forced to sit upon it as Skoll didn't halt his approach, looming over her. He kicked one of her feet aside, standing between her legs, he leaned over her, his body too close, his smell all around her, pressing her down into the bed. There was a moment there, his form above her, looking down her body, that it felt like something may happen. His hand came up, as if to touch the bare skin she has revealed, but halted just before touching. Skoll reached to the right, taking up a pile of folded, dull grey clothing and placed them on her stomach. They would be far too large for her, the only solace being that the pants had a draw string.

"Change into these. I will be taking your clothing," Skoll said as he straightened up and moved away from the bed. He turned towards the eerie flames, no longer looking at her, completely cold and disinterested. "I will not look, but if you do anything other than change from your clothing to those that I've provided you, I won't hesitate to... do it." He believed the 'it' was an implication she would pick up on after being nearly pinned to the bed with his body.

Skoll watched the flames dance in the tiny hearth, his arms crossed over his chest. He knew, of course, that he probably wouldn't do it. He was decently satiated when it came to the bedroom, having a variety of mates to choose from, and much more out there if he were just to look. Loretta was not someone he was even vaguely interested in. Even if he were to do it as a display of power, he doubted he could procure the means with which to do it. In the end, it was a well-played empty threat, one he believed would work to frighten her. Many would be far too fearful of it truly happening that they would not risk calling the bluff.

"When you are finished, place your clothing on the bed and sit," Skoll continued to command her. He kept listening, wanting to hear if he could catch any noise that did not sound like changing. The removal of clothing was a sound that Skoll was very accustom to.

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✧ LORETTA
 Posted: Dec 9 2017, 09:14 AM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


TW: Allusion to rape



When the door slammed closed, echoing in the halls Loretta involuntarily jumped. Her fingers worked to unbutton her shirt, the cold doing little to help and all it could to hinder. She was about to slip it off and fold it up only for Skoll to turn and study her. She frowned at his comment, and his approach....

And then he....began to look her over- and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. Loretta felt her breath catch and a sinking feeling in her gut. She knew that look...the way he moved too...she knew that...and she didn't want this to continue at all. He didn't look away, and she couldn't either- she was afraid. Afraid that if she looked away then he would strike. And then his hand caressed her arm causing her to attempt to pull away from him. But the more she pulled back, the more he came forward- his body getting more and more close to her own until Loretta felt the back of her knees hit something hard...

The bed.

"Please...don't do this." She whispered, but instead he continued there was no where else to go so next thing she knew she was seated on the bed and then she could feel him moving- positioning himself between her legs, "Don't..." the word faded as her breath caught in her throat as she mentally began to panic. Was this happening? Please...no...

As strange as it was- she had envisioned herself in the hands of the Anti-Guardians quite often...but even in her nightmares this had never happened. But the man did not stop his approach to Loretta- his body pressing more against hers, they were far too close- way too close. She was on her back, underneath him... this was happening...this couldn't be happening- but it was.

Her heartbeat was going so fast- but she just felt more and more cold. Finally, she couldn't do it anymore- her head turned away as she stared at the wall as she tried to desperately mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen. And then in her peripheral vision she saw him raise a hand- her body was tense- she felt so much fear but then... she saw him pick up something, drawing her attention back to him as he dropped a pile of folded clothes onto her stomach and withdrew instructing her to change into the clothes.

She laid there in shock for just a bit- before slowly pushing herself up and looking at him. Just less than a minute ago he was moving in on her like a lion moving in on it's lunch. Now... he seemed like he really could care less about her- looking away from her promising her he wouldn't look as she changed unless she disobeyed him.... and if she did....he'd continue with what he had been attempting to do earlier.

None....None of this made any sense. But she still moved to undress and change clothes as instructed. The orders made sense- if she was a jailor she too would probably want to make sure whoever she was imprisoning wouldn't have anything to threaten her with. She folded her clothes into a neat pile... And tried to ignore the rough fabric of her new attire. It was uncomfortable- but clearly it had been chosen to be just so.

And so she sat down at the edge of the bed, watching the man who had taken her here stare at the fire. As Loretta sat there, she did wonder how much he knew about her- so she changed the fire's color just a tad... from the pale ghostly green to something less ghostly and more just green. Perhaps later she'd experiment making it more normal color but right now with him so close- she really didn't wanna push her luck too much. She still needed to figure him out- and figure out why he needed her.




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♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 02:57 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

As he had promised, Skoll didn't look around, not even a wandering glance. His eyes were set on the fire, his body stiff and firmly planted where it was. From his feet grew long shadows, stretching out behind him and over the room. The darkness in the corners stirred with excitement and crawled a little closer, edging to the boundaries of those natural shadows.

It was possible that it was the trick of his eyes, but the fire seemed to change. The hue reminded him less of bile and more like fresh grass, he could almost smell it. He furrowed his brow and averted his gaze, looking down to his feet instead.

“You know, you are quite lucky,” he spoke, listening to her shifting body as she peeled clothing from it. “All the other rooms in this hall are just rooms. They're completely black, no hearth, no bed, not even chains. Just four walls, a floor, a ceiling, a door, and the shadows. There's no light to keep the prisoners safe from the shadows. Here, you can be comfortable. Not completely so, of course. You'd need to earn that. But, I'd never want for you to be in the same conditions as the rest of the people here. If you weren't to follow orders, that unfortunately would be the only option,” he sighed mournfully. Really, he didn't care. It would mean his plan was for naught, and that was tragic, but he didn't actually care if Loretta ended up just another voice screaming or crying in this place. Skoll wouldn't even give her a second thought.

As Loretta sat on the edge of the bed, the rusted metal supports and springs creaked, the sound burrowing deep into the ear drum to rattle it. Even Skoll's shoulders twiced, just slightly. Possibly, that had been a little too effective.

He turned, releasing his arms from the knot they had been in over his chest.

The clothing she wore was completely nondescript, just a horrible cotton-polyester blend, all in black. He hadn't been sure of her size, but she was small, and so he got clothing that was far too large for her. Loretta was drowning in the t shirt, the sleeves nearly reaching her elbows, the hem surpassing mid-thigh. The sweat pants, thankfully, had a drawstring and elastics to hold the fabric above the ankles, so she wouldn't trip. None of it was comfortable, or fashionable. What was that, however, was her jewelry and hair clips, which she still wore and Skoll frowned at.

Once again, he approached her, less as if she were prey this time, and more like she was an unruly child. He seemed exasperated with her, sighing, frustrated despite her having done exactly what he asked of her.

“These won't do,” he told her, in front of her now. His hands began to work the clips from her hair.

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 Posted: Jan 19 2018, 01:41 PM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


If he glanced at her when she changed- Loretta couldn't tell. If anything he seemed focused on the flames of the fire- which...could be good. But could also be very bad if he had been observant enough to pick up on the subtle color change- but then again she was planning on trying to test the boundaries anyways...

Usually she was good at plans.

She had so many too.

But she expected that when the Anti-Guardians came after her, she'd be attacked straight on- or Jack would be around. Or someone would've been around. Anyone really...

She honestly should've known better. She should've known that they would've targeted her when she was alone...alone and tired from countless nightmares of just how wrong things could go. She expected it to be like what happened with Julian- but a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that Julian was an example. Julian's punishment was meant for Julian and people like her who thought about leaving the ranks.

No...the Anti-Guardians would make a punishment specifically for her. And specifically for her crime. Whether it would be to make an example of her- or no...remained to be seen.

Thing was...she had never seen the man who was now her captor before. She had never encountered him and she had known practically all the old Anti-Guardians meaning he had to be newer...right? She had no idea how to counter him...what affected him...he was an area where her knowledge couldn't reach. And no matter how much she tried to come up with something- tiredness was winning out. And between the tiredness and fear there was also shame.

Shame because she didn't fight back.
Shame because she gave in.
Shame because she was letting him win right now. But she had no idea what he wanted so what could she even do?

When she sat on the edge of the bed, the metal springs creaked with a sound that made her skin crawl. At the sound- he turned, his arms lowering from the crossed position he had them in. He seemed to study her- differently this time before beginning to approach again. But even now his approach was still confusing.

When he attacked her after she came inside the rental house... he was aggressive- typical aggressive. The type she'd expect from an Anti-Guardian.

On their walk to the labyrinth... he stalked, quietly and imposingly.

Just a moment ago he seemed pretty much ready to completely violate her.

But now? Now he looked almost fed up and exasperated as he came closer- even though she had listened and followed exactly what he said. His large hands reached for her hair clips...and her jewelry. Immediately Loretta's hand went to the crystal necklace around her neck holding tight on it with one hand- the other arm coming up to shield her head from him. She curled a little defensively and moved to kick him.

"No!" the cry left her lips instinctively. She had complied so much and he just....kept taking. But this necklace was the only line she had to the outside world. To her best friend Caerwyn. To Jack... She needed this. He couldn't take it from her- but she knew deep down he was going to. And she would have to weigh just how far she was willing to fight for it.

But between her tiredness and her fear... Loretta's patience had pretty much run out and she had finally been pushed to a point where she didn't want to comply anymore. At least not on this front.




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 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 06:48 AM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

As his captive sat on the bed, Skoll revelled in the fact that she had, indeed, been so very obedient. It seemed in that very least that she was smart enough to know how to choose a battle. That was, of course, until she kicked him.

Her foot collided with his shin, but he didn't move. The kick had hardly done anything, a dull thud against the strong muscle, her foot punished more for the strike than it's target. A growl ripped through him and he wrenched the defensive arm away from her head and he struck her across the face, the hard knuckles colliding perfectly with her cheek bone. It was hard enough that it would begin to leave a mark in just a few moments. Nothing broke, of course, that would be too much.

“The jewelry, please,” Skoll said, holding out the same hand he'd struck her with so that she may deposit them there if she would let him take it himself. “You may earn them back with good behaviour in this cell, and good performance in training. I'm sure it has been sometime since you last fought. I'd like to see just how rusty you've become in your time away. I heard you were quite a powerful Anti-Guardian. Maybe we could learn something from one another, instead of you forcing my hand. For now, though, you may rest once you've given me your last trinkets.”

He seemed quite genuine in this, as if he did truly wish for their time together to be amicable. This wasn't a complete lie. Skoll's job would be much easier if they became friends. Well, maybe not friends. It would be easier if she was just someone who would listen to him, too afraid or too enamoured by him to ever say no. That was what he wanted. With Loretta it seemed more likely that fear would be his best tactic, despite it being one she'd used on her own in the past, along with being surrounded by it. So, some peppering in of nicely placed innocence of his own, condemning of her actions, it may prove to be a simple task to have her under his thumb.

It was almost surprising how easy she was to frighten. Bring a former Anti-Guardian, Skoll thought she may be impervious to it. She was definitely more impervious to his physical advances, responded best to violence and being unsettled. She was sweet. Skoll wondered how it was she was even ever in their ranks, something he had mulled over since he began tracking her movements just a few weeks ago. Loretta seemed like a happy, if not a little cautious, woman. Not the type you'd see skulking around in the shadows of the labyrinth. Maybe later he would prod her more about her personal involvement in the Anti-Guardians. As it stood now, this cowering, frightened figure before him didn't seem capable of standing among Pitch's army.

He waited patiently.

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 Posted: Mar 12 2018, 10:00 AM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


As soon as her foot made contact with her captor, Loretta regretted that quick decision as pain shot through her. She bit back a cry but didn't have much chance to do anything else. Her arm was forced down and then he hit her.

Loretta's head snapped to the side, and her vision went spotty. She was pretty sure pain was clear in her voice and in her ragged breaths as she tried to sit back up. Her face was warm, and radiating with pain. Loretta's vision was beginning to blur with tears but she kept her one hand gripped tightly around her necklace. The other slowly and gingerly came up to her cheek wincing as she could already feel a bruise forming.

Looking up at him, she could see his hand held out, waiting for her to comply. Even offering to let her earn them back. As long as she was good. As long as she performed well….in training. He continued on about how she might’ve grown rusty So he was actually serious then...something about training and getting her ready- but for what? She blinked away the gathering tears and shook her head.

“You heard wrong.”
She said, unsure of where exactly he got the notion that she was a powerful Anti-Guardian. She had never been anything of the sort. She had to keep mindful of her options... of her real situation here. With him going back and forth between tolerance and violence, Loretta wasn’t sure which direction to choose.

“How do I know you’ll actually let me earn them back?”
She asked, her voice trembling as she tried to steel herself for a violent response. “I could be as good and obedient as I can but it would be up to you to decide...how do I know you won’t set some unattainable standard?”

She was risking his anger again... but she didn't want to give in easily. Maybe it was pride...maybe it was something else. But Loretta couldn't bring herself to just comply. Not over this.



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 Posted: Mar 20 2018, 02:10 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Skoll gripped his hand shut and, in the silence of the room, she could hear the way his calloused, leathery skin rubbed together. For a moment, he held his fist there, frozen between it making contact with her face, or relaxing. His hand fell his side and an altogether too pleasant expression came over his face. Such a violent, unrelenting beast shouldn’t be able to wear the smile of a charming man.

“Power does not only lie solely in the body, but in the mind as well,” Skoll said. “And your resolve is unprecedented.” It was a resolve that Skoll knew would continue to get on his nerves, but he also knew could be broken. He just had to find out exactly how.

He took a large breath then, glancing to the fire as if to gather himself before looking back down at Loretta with warm, brown eyes.

“As for whether or not you can trust me,” he started, but paused to lick his lips and chuckled, “well, what other choice do you have, my darling?”

He put his hand out firmly once more, his face falling from the charm to glower at her. Skoll’s eye were cold and dangerous once more, locks of unkempt hair falling to obscure some of his face.

“Now give me what I’ve ask for before I rip it off you.”

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 Posted: Mar 25 2018, 11:11 AM
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226 • Human (Immortal) • Imagination • Monterey, CA


Loretta waited... and Skoll closed his fist, so she closed her eyes expecting another hit only for it to not come. Glancing once more at her captor, she noticed his fist was by his side, and on his face...was....a pleasant smile. One that just continued to baffle her, confuse her...wasn't he angry two seconds ago and now...he looked nice- almost charming...she moved a little bit away from him, watching him warily.

He continued to speak...apparently her resolve was...unprecedented? That made no sense...none of this did...why her? For a project- that made little sense... revenge yes...but the longer she was here the more unsure she was of what exactly was going on.

He seemed to take a moment to gather himself before looking at her again. His face...everything about him was different...warm...and then it shifted once more when he chuckled and licked his lips...even going so far as to call her 'my darling'. Something that sent shivers down her spine. She shook her head, but she knew he had a point- she had no other choice.

Another quick glance around the room proved it. She was in a cell. She was a prisoner. She was captive. This was her fate. She didn't have much other choice than to take this man at his word. His hand was extended once more his face changing from nice to dangerous... and his threat... she couldn't keep putting it off.

Loretta exhaled and took off her earrings before also removing her hair clips, she tried to tuck some of the now-loose strands behind her ear not used to having her hair down like this. She placed those accessories in Skoll's extended hands before hesitating for a moment, but there really was no choice.

She removed her necklace...also giving it to him.

"...Those are all my accessories...unless you want my shoes too." She said evenly. Thought she was trying to be sarcastic, she honestly wouldn't be surprised if he demanded those too. The side of her face still stung, but she had to do her best to not show too much weakness. Not now.



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 Posted: Apr 17 2018, 02:45 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

As each item was placed in Skoll’s hand he felt more and more invigorated. How easily she bent to his will, how simple it was to make her succumb and submit to him. He took a deep breath through his nose, breathing it all in.

“That’s a smart girl,” Skoll patronized her. His fingers curled around her personal effects, his hands like prison bars, the items as trapped at her. They meant nothing to him, and the way he simply deposited them into a loose pocket in his cloak spoke volumes without a noise.

His eyes then did flicker down to the shoes when Loretta mentioned them. He didn’t like her back talk. Really, Skoll hadn’t even considered taking them, but now that she brought it up…

Eyes flicked back up at Loretta, expectantly.

Not a word had to be said now. She should know that now the shoes were his and that he would not leave the cell without them. Loretta could choose the easy way, giving him the shoes, or have them forcefully removed from her. If she chose to continue this streak of rebellion, she would have scars before she even started on the training field.

Though, he supposed, the feistiness of this girl was a trait that shouldn’t be completely snuffed out. Feistiness was good in battle, it kept one more than just on their toes, it kept them making the first move, moves their opponent wouldn’t see coming. He couldn’t have her acting out against him, however. There would need to be some redirection, to ensure she was taught where to channel that quality. He doubted he could manipulate her into disliking Nicholas. From what Skoll had heard of the man, he was impossible to dislike. However, he was sure manipulating her into pretending to dislike Nicholas St. North wasn’t completely impossible. If she could feel so strongly about a few tiny pieces of metal, he as sure she had people who were dear to her, ones he could use. Skoll would need to get her to trust him, at least in some capacity. There was something to be said about Stolkholm Syndrome, which was a fascinating and quite simple thing to cultivate in someone. Skoll was sure that a prisoner with more drive may be able to resist it, but this girl was just malleable enough.

But, for now, he’d just take her shoes.

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@LORETTA

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