Post by Omarion on Oct 24, 2009 9:42:14 GMT -5
The dank and stale smelling air entered his nostrils once more as the angel inhaled and exhaled steadily. Omarion ignored the discomfort of breathing such air as his eyes shifted to Irria. Either the woman was in a rush or simply did not want to linger in the dungeon for longer than she needed. Either way, he could agree with her on both points. He himself could not stay here much longer, certain matters requiring his attention. One of the most notable was checking on the progress of the farms and double check the irrigation system. If the conquest on this city was to be successful, their supply line could not run into any snags. The strategist would be going there to make sure everything stayed on track and the personel assigned to guard and work there kept everything up.
Forest colored pools stayed empty, calculative thoughts safely hidden behind the orbs as he spoke. “ Take her whenever you wish. It is your decision.” The moment the last word left his lips he peeled his eyes away from the female angel and brought them back to the cell. Carefully he observed the two as they went about what little they could do in the cell. The younger one was starting to appear a lot more active, which peaked Omarion’s interest in a way. The strategists face stayed etched out of stone as he wondered what she was up too. She was certainly naïve to think he couldn’t tell that she was up to something, that was definitely clear. One of the most definite hints was the way she went over to her older counterpart and spoke in a particularly low voice.
Now, the angelic commander was not one easily brought to anger, and even now he wasn’t, but the knowledge that she was up to something in front of two angels was an insult to their intelligence. Eyes flicked to Irria for but a second, seeing if she had come to the same conclusion as him. After the quick check on Irria, he backed up. Darkly colored wings spread halfway as he pressed his back to the wall. He did not want to crush his extra appendages. However, even though he had stepped away from the cell, his eyes never left the younger vampire. Omarion quietly waited for her to make whatever move she had relayed to the older leech.
Even when he felt the presence of the healers starting to descend, he kept a dead stare on the girl, not letting even one breath escape his notice. It had only taken a minute after he had sensed the healers aura’s, for them to enter the dungeon. Only two of them had been sent, this caused Omarion to think that Gerkias had been the one to send them. Being of the Klaviss he was precise in his thought, always getting the exact amount to the letter. No more and no less than what was actually needed for the correct task. Quickly, both healers bowed to the other two angels already present, and the strategist acknowledged them with a nod. In only a few seconds the healers moved past, proceeding into the cell with ease as they began to remove certain bottles and herbs from their pouches. As they did this, Omarion brought up his arms and glanced at the spikes on his gloves. The poison would work on the vampires but too a dulled effect if anything happened.
Although, if something did in fact occur, the younger blood drinker would be receiving the full force of angelic punishment towards disobedient slaves. Yet the disobedience was an understatement if she attempted something more grievous than that. Quickly, the strategist moved his eyes away from his gloves and snapped them back to the young female to keep watching once more. The jade pools were drained of everything except a subtle warning.
Forest colored pools stayed empty, calculative thoughts safely hidden behind the orbs as he spoke. “ Take her whenever you wish. It is your decision.” The moment the last word left his lips he peeled his eyes away from the female angel and brought them back to the cell. Carefully he observed the two as they went about what little they could do in the cell. The younger one was starting to appear a lot more active, which peaked Omarion’s interest in a way. The strategists face stayed etched out of stone as he wondered what she was up too. She was certainly naïve to think he couldn’t tell that she was up to something, that was definitely clear. One of the most definite hints was the way she went over to her older counterpart and spoke in a particularly low voice.
Now, the angelic commander was not one easily brought to anger, and even now he wasn’t, but the knowledge that she was up to something in front of two angels was an insult to their intelligence. Eyes flicked to Irria for but a second, seeing if she had come to the same conclusion as him. After the quick check on Irria, he backed up. Darkly colored wings spread halfway as he pressed his back to the wall. He did not want to crush his extra appendages. However, even though he had stepped away from the cell, his eyes never left the younger vampire. Omarion quietly waited for her to make whatever move she had relayed to the older leech.
Even when he felt the presence of the healers starting to descend, he kept a dead stare on the girl, not letting even one breath escape his notice. It had only taken a minute after he had sensed the healers aura’s, for them to enter the dungeon. Only two of them had been sent, this caused Omarion to think that Gerkias had been the one to send them. Being of the Klaviss he was precise in his thought, always getting the exact amount to the letter. No more and no less than what was actually needed for the correct task. Quickly, both healers bowed to the other two angels already present, and the strategist acknowledged them with a nod. In only a few seconds the healers moved past, proceeding into the cell with ease as they began to remove certain bottles and herbs from their pouches. As they did this, Omarion brought up his arms and glanced at the spikes on his gloves. The poison would work on the vampires but too a dulled effect if anything happened.
Although, if something did in fact occur, the younger blood drinker would be receiving the full force of angelic punishment towards disobedient slaves. Yet the disobedience was an understatement if she attempted something more grievous than that. Quickly, the strategist moved his eyes away from his gloves and snapped them back to the young female to keep watching once more. The jade pools were drained of everything except a subtle warning.