[i]Please, let this stop[/i], and with that thought the clinging of the wild winds became insistant, clawing at her delicate otherworldly dress and daring to steal the flowers from her hair. The veins in Draenir's arms popped and he squatted to help keep his weight and balance, but no effort he exerted could save his daughter's lithe fingers slipping from his hand.

"No," he muttered, his voice whipped away by the wind in an instant. "No, don't-"

He could see his girl's lips moving, crying out in agony perhaps, cursing the gods otherwise. It pained him, it pained him so much to see her in such dire straits, to not even be able to hear her cries for help, but only to watch the expression on her face in slow motions as her fingers finally slipped.

[color=cccccc][i]"Whoever you are, please, stop! If it's me you want, just... just take me, you bastard,[/i][/color] He did not hear her cries, [i]could[/i] not hear them, and he certainly didn't hear the smooth cocky voice beside her ear, safe in the knowledge his words were for her and for her only.

[center]"Don't mind if I do."[/center]

and for a moment Draenir heard only silence, as he watched his daughter's eyes close, her fingers slip from his.

"Briallen!!" he screamed, and nobody heard him.

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[i]Swoosh.[/i] the air carried her onwards, upwards and upwards, but never letting her spiral or spin out of control. Two strong arms curled around her chest from behind her, his chest to her back, a man with effervestent green eyes and short, windswept auburn hair resting his jaw on her shoulder as if they were old friends. His grin was beyond arrogant, it was almost sickening. 

"A friendly word of advice: It's terribly unwise to insult your kidnapper, yaknow." he snickered. Suddenly, his legs shot out either side of her perfectly straight. His arms held her firmly, latching onto each other like a straightjacket, though blessedly not as tight.

[center]He pulled her backwards, and the two plummeted through the cloudcover like rocks.[/center]

They were surrounded by inky blacks and greys as if diving into a breathable deep sea. Around them the wind continued to scream, lightning flashes being their only illumination that cast their world into harsh shadows and frightening detail. It was just them falling through an endless abyss, the rising knowlege that one day it would soon end in crunching bones and splattered bosts. Around them  the faces of beasts and monsters watched their great spectacle as if attending a macabre circus.