Tiwa (
piwakawaka) wrote2009-03-20 01:14 am
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Caging the Bird
When she left the Bar, Tiwa didn't go bird just yet, she could feel a strange sort of Glamour about and being girl was easier. The trail was quiet, no bikers dashing headlong or lost hikers who couldn't find the nice big trail to the top when she found the ball of something.
Carefully she knelt down, it was almost too bright more like a neon light than the warm glow she was used to then someone laughed and the air was suddenly too dense,
"Hello, birdy. No more flying today."
She knows his face and laugh and tries to run and again the air feels solid, hemming her in,
"Oh no, can't have you leaving, much to do with you."
"I'll scream, can't hold me."
Somewhere in her pockets is her poi and she starts spinning and spinning it and starting to chant then she can't breathe, "No tricks though this will make it simpler."
Then the world fades to black as the air in her lungs is stolen.
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The cage is set; beautiful iron full of magic as the floor has been traced with patterns and secrets. He's still laughing slightly when he enters, Tiwa still held in the bubble of air a step or two behind.
Carefully she knelt down, it was almost too bright more like a neon light than the warm glow she was used to then someone laughed and the air was suddenly too dense,
"Hello, birdy. No more flying today."
She knows his face and laugh and tries to run and again the air feels solid, hemming her in,
"Oh no, can't have you leaving, much to do with you."
"I'll scream, can't hold me."
Somewhere in her pockets is her poi and she starts spinning and spinning it and starting to chant then she can't breathe, "No tricks though this will make it simpler."
Then the world fades to black as the air in her lungs is stolen.
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The cage is set; beautiful iron full of magic as the floor has been traced with patterns and secrets. He's still laughing slightly when he enters, Tiwa still held in the bubble of air a step or two behind.
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"Come here, bird."
Tiwa's response is simple, she uses the poi to strike at his hand. The Mage curses and draws the cage tight around her so that there's no space to move and her arm is pulled out with the use of the poi,
"Did you really think such a toy would make a difference?"
Its hard to talk with the iron so close and tight but she manages,
"Will leave a mark."
"As will my knife and it will last longer."
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"First pressure and then the cutting edge. I wonder if there is any different when drawn with an iron blade."
Then with the precision of a surgeon, he slices slantwise on her arm and now a whimper escapes as the mark is strange a cut yet almost a burn, something strange in between,
"I do believe the pain is worse with the cut."
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He tilts his head.
"Can they sense her pain, I wonder."
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"I think she can spare a few more drops though we must remember to feed her."
She tries to pull back when he says that and a scream is caught in her throat as her back hits the cage.
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"We'll feed her."
And feed from her, but that's not important right now.
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Its instinct now for Tiwa, she keeps trying to free her arm though she can't get nay leverage in the cage.
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Then he jerks hard on her arm, pulling her against the cage,
"Its simpler if you don't struggle."
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"Not too much."
The scent's still driving him mad.
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"There, this will be interesting. I leave her to you. When she faints again, I will have to loosen the cage but not yet."
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He could kill her, drain her blood and life from her body and even the Mage couldn't stop him.
It's a nice thought, really.
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Though she can feel the cold and banality of him and that compounds all the other pains as she takes courage in a curse in Maori.
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That's a promise.
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Its a few words but all she can manage as fear, exhaustion and the iron compound upon her.
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He presses his lips to her forearm - not to drink, just to taste and lick the leftover blood clean - it takes all he has in his control not to sink his teeth into her flesh.
When he's finished, he tosses her arm away and turns to leave.
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If she stays tightly curled, its even possible to lay down and she is horizontal once more, she closes her eyes and somewhere in the midst of her thoughts and quiet tears, the world fades to darkness once more.