Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170814163139

The woman, shaken up, soon ceases her whimpering. Her face emerges from her silk black hair, revealing a face coated in a grayish pigment. Her lower lip trembles at the sight of his face. Lidless eyes as wide as the horizon.

"Jeiel...?"

Her first words muttered...

...and last.

WIth no warning, four shackles sprout from the darkness of the cave lingering behind her, screeching against the air itself. They glow in the same omnious purple shade as the torches who seemed to defy his presence. Two surge ahead, enlarging their heads to form a blunt sphere, advancing straight for Jeiel. One, aiming for his face. The other, his chest.

A cacophony of destruction unravels as the two other shackles, shaped to be like cuffs, grind half of the walls while curving in the lady's direction. Stone and water fall in a disorder. They clamp on her feet before any reaction can come out from her. A delayed reaction coming forth in the form of a panic.

"No, no, no!" she spits out in fear, as the shackles brace, coming side by side. SHe knew what was coming and planted her fingers deep in the stone, shattering a bit of it underneath her nails. Alas, to no avail as the shackles roared whilst lifting her up in an arcing manner, pulling her into the darkness.

No!

Her voice echoes through the deeper entrance of the tunnel, dying in the darkened molds of the layers.

'''This is the one they call Jeiel? The man with the golden heart?'''

The other voice strikes at his mind, devoid of any direction to localize. It seemed to come out of everywhere.

'''Well, what are you waiting for? She's been dragged off. Perhaps this time, you can right her...right?'''