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[h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
[sub]Bride of [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] [@ClocktowerEchos]; Sister-Bride to [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color] [@Pupperr][/sub]
[sub]Interacting with [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] and [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color][/sub]
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Sorrin gazed at the monstrous creatures warily, the grime from their bodies soiling the beautiful cloth they had been given for the occasion. She didn’t necessarily fear them, in fact she might have even thought them kind of cute had they not been so utterly creepy. The pair were singing some kind of song, chanting names she did not know, and detailing scenes that at best could be described as horrifying. Before their new master had pulled the creature away from them, he had even begun making obscene gestures that led Sorrin to pull her arms closer to her chest.

She had all but silently sighed with relief when she felt her body being yanked forward, forced into motion by the chains that bound her to the terrifying man. Every muscle in her body tensed once her mind had caught up with the sudden motion, her captor speaking terrible things as he ran his fingers traced across her torso. Words of torture and threats of returning to claim loved ones from the homeland, it was enough to make her chest tighten.

Short breaths were all the small girl could manage, oxygen failing to reach her lungs no matter how many breaths she took. Sorrin could feel her thoughts clouding over, her head becoming fuzzy and body weak inside the cruel man’s ever tightening grip. As he pulled her arm away from her body, she fought with all her strength but it was barely enough for him to notice, easily isolating a finger for the creepy creatures to drool over. It was clear from the looks in their eyes that her flesh was not out of the question if ever offered like that again, a thought that helped none in her attempts to gain control of her emotions once again.

Eventually the Grave Warden had turned his full attention to her, answering a question she had already forgotten she had asked. Most of the words he spoke floated through her mind finding no perch on which to remain any longer than a few seconds before being purged. Any progress she made in calming herself back down were lost the moment the man’s fingers wrapped around her neck. His grip might not have been enough to do more than bruise the skin, however, in her panic Sorrin stopped breathing of her own accord.

[color=crimson]"So, Arden, will we proceed with your punishment now?"[/color]

Eye’s glazing over, Sorrin never heard her sister-bride’s response as the world around her warped and faded into an entirely different scene.

[i]A tiny Sorrin sat huddled beneath a wooden table situated at the center of what was the family dining space. The room was covered in an unnatural darkness, the air thick with the musky scent of wet soil. Her breath and heartbeat had been the room’s only sounds for what felt like an eternity, the pounding rhythm becoming louder as her breathing strained. Somewhere off in the distance, the little Sorrin thought she could hear voices shouting to one another but she made no motion to move from her place under the table. A throbbing on the side of her head caused her to reach up and touch her fingers to her left temple, a thick and sticky substance coating the tips that brushed against her skin. It carried a faint metallic scent that Sorrin could not place but had grown accustomed to over the last several hours.[/i]

The blonde awoke with a gasp, body jolting up into a sitting position where she had previously been laying flat. It took her more than a few moments to gather her bearings, her eyes still stuck in a setting that was clearly not the present. Eyes scanning the room, she found her surroundings completely unfamiliar to her.

Events from the previous day came rushing back to her, the morning seeming lifetimes ago. A day that had started with a comforting trip to the hot springs had twisted so quickly. A large room full of warriors and crying women popped into her head, the sound of chains ringing in her memory. Chains… 

Sorrin’s eyes opened wide, seeking the face of the man they had been handed over to. She jumped a little when her eyes fell upon him, his eyes staring her down from his seat across the room. He didn’t seem to be moving, just simply… observing. Her eyes shifted around her, wondering if he was looking at something other than her and her new sister-bride. Completely out of her element, the sleepy girl was at a loss for what she was supposed to do now.

“[color=82ca9d]Um… Good morning?[/color]” Her words escaped as more of a question than anything else. Sorrin was sure to keep her voice low so as not to bother Arden if she was still sleeping. 

“[color=82ca9d]Excuse me sir… But, um, where exactly are we? This doesn’t look like the carriage.[/color]” She asked, glancing around the room again. Turning her nose up into the air, she breathed in heavily through her nose. 

“[color=82ca9d]It certainly doesn’t smell like it either. It’s so much cleaner, and kind of refreshing! Say, Mr. Grave Warden sir? What is that smell, I don’t think I recognize it?[/color]” If she had to compare it to something, it was almost like home. The air smelled open and fresh like the meadow she had been taken from… But it wasn’t quite the same. She thought that maybe the rain had played some part in the odd scent, however, she couldn’t smell the dirt that usually followed a storm back home.

Sorrin opened her mouth to speak again when a faint tingle around her neck caught her attention. Slowly she reached her fingers up to poke at her neck gingerly, wincing slightly as she did so. That part of the night had become fuzzy for her, only remembering the feeling of the man’s hands around her throat. She could recall neither what had led up to that moment nor anything after, leaving her more than a little confused and with a great deal of sadness in her eyes.

“[color=82ca9d]D-did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m very sorry and I’ll try not to do it again… Although to be perfectly honest, I don’t exactly remember what happened. It’s so rude, I swear I was raised with better manners than this. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?[/color]” Sorrin looked up at the man staring back at her, a faint but apologetic smile on her face.

[hider=Summary]
Blackout… Some memory flash… Waking up in strange places, with strange faces, and a brand new smell. What an exciting field trip.
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