[center][h2][i]Lienna Orhhneaht[/i][/h2][/center]
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Lienna couldn’t help but brace herself when the Drakken delivered his blow, her efforts at holding her own overridden by her instincts. However, seconds after she closed her eyes, to her surprise, no blow came. Instead, she was unceremoniously yanked away, provoking a sharp pain in her arm as it was wrenched from the brute’s grip and transferred to that of another, smaller Drakken. Instinctively, she fought and twisted out of his arms. But this ‘savior’ of hers (she thought, rubbing her sore arm) offered no resistance and instead argued with the one who had tried to claim her, eventually sending the first Drakken away, muttering threats and promises of grisly deeds to come. 

As the first Drakken stalked away, the newcomer turned down to look at her with an odd smile. Lienna felt as if the man was looking through her, if the look on his face was any indication. 

[i]”Greetings, Lienna. Let me tell you what’s in store for you...”[/i]

This Drakken gave Lienna chills down her spine. He had no earthly way of knowing her name, and the fact that he [i]did[/i] bothered her. However, as this strange man whispered to her, she learned that, in fact, he was no Drakken at all. Or so he said. A million thoughts raced through her head: His proposal [i]was[/i] tempting, of course, but she couldn’t help but feel as if the situation was rather… Convenient. She had no way of knowing if this man was telling the truth, if he really was a Gem at all. He had Drakken guards and bore an insignia she’d seen on the chestplate of the Drakken who’d tried to claim her; he may very well have been a lying Drakken after all. He could have been playing some sick game, as she’d heard the Drakken like to do. What if she followed him and he turned on her, announcing that she was manipulating him, or trying to escape? 

In any case, bearing one’s entire plan to someone whom they had no way of knowing would cooperate - as this man just had to her - seemed too suspicious to Lienna or, at the very least, too foolish an endeavour to trust. Therefore, when he parted without giving her a chance to respond, she made no move to follow. For a moment she stared after him, turning his words over in her mind and trying to make sense of them. 

Soon enough, the strange one’s presence was replaced by another who seemed to be almost equally strange, but somehow not as off-putting. He was tall (that was a given) with stark white hair and ice blue eyes brimming with childlike vigour. She remarked off-handedly that this was the first person she’d seen with a hair colour matching her own.

This newcomer took on a look of a crazed, excited child and energetically surveyed her, bending down to examine her face, appearing thoughtful. Then he was up again, circling and inspecting her like a statue at auction. By the time he came around, the frown on his face and questioning look in his eye hinted that he’d found some kind of flaw; Lienna couldn’t help but feel slighted. 

When he spoke, he spoke quickly; impatiently. Like he was on a mission.

[i][color=sienna]"Question one - which is more preferable? Death by a questionable amount of sex or a long life filled with shitty sex? Question two. If I gave you a knife right now, what would you do with it?"[/color][/i]

Suddenly, the former quivering in her gut calmed. This suitor was strangely endearing (in a twisted sort of way) and she saw an opportunity in him: This was one she could definitely work with. 

With lidded eyes, she looked the white-haired suitor up and down, even going so far as to lean onto one leg to get a better angle at his side - she took on a similar physicality to him, and made no secret of sizing him up. 

“Hmm…” Her voice took on a low, sultry tone, and she tapped her cheekbone thoughtfully. Whereas her suitor asked his questions with flamboyant urgency, Lienna took her answers irresistibly slow. 

“Well, if sex is all my new life has to offer me, then where’s the value in longevity?” She questioned back, quirking an eyebrow, “Better to die young and beautiful, glistening in the tightest grips of ecstasy than to slowly wither away, doomed to spend eternity thoroughly… [i]Unsatisfied.[/i]”

Perhaps a little too proud of her wording, Lienna allowed herself a sly grin. “As for your knife…”

Lienna paused and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. With this newfound concentration, she called as much water to her as she could; there must have been a basin somewhere nearby, because a steady trickle came slithering across the floor, coiling up her leg and down her arm like a snake to its master. The water pooled in her left palm and she raised it, opening her eyes to watch a long sliver extend past her fingers and freeze into a fine razor, with an edge like a wicked shard of broken glass. 

Happy that her idea worked out, her grin reappeared, voice cascading over full lips like a silk ribbon.

 “...Well, I've never found much use for them.”