Genesis 086
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Title~ Barred
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine~ all mine~
Notes~ Genesis 086. No, I've got no idea who she is either. I just write this stuff, don't expect me to know anything about it XD;; Also? Winamp is scarily appropriate. How does it do that? XD;
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Shizaaqa raised an eyebrow and folded her arms delicately, tapping one slender finger against her elbow. She looked disdainfully into the cell, as though the woman behind the bars were a dangerous wild animal, rendered helpless by the bonds tied around her.
The woman had been stripped naked, as was every prisoner in the dungeons of Assiraz. It was supposed to shame them, destroy their self esteem, make them feel as though the world could see right into their deepest and most private thoughts.
For this prisoner though, the loss of her family colours seemed to have no affect. She sat in the back corner of her cell, pale shoulders arched in a position of defiance. Sharp green eyes glared at the empress with flashing menace, and Shizaaqa was sure her teeth would have been bared were they not hidden behind the tight wire grill that had been lashed over her mouth.
“What is the purpose of the grill?” she asked, her question directed at the jailer standing beside her, though her eyes were still on the prisoner.
“I eat people.” The woman’s harsh, almost masculine voice answered before the jailer could get a word out. Her words were muffled slightly by the bars over her mouth, but Shizaaqa knew she hadn’t mistaken them.
“Does that shock you, Empress?” the prisoner wanted to know. Her accent was clearly from the mountains, but she was no peasant farmer. Her complexion was far too soft for that, her fingers too delicate.
Shizaaqa curled her lip in disgust as she shook her head. “Very little does, only that you’ve yet to see the executioner’s block.” This time she cast a threatening sideways glance at the jailer.
The jailer shuffled half a step away from the empress, obviously feeling he could well be heading for the executioner’s block himself if he didn’t give an explanation that would satisfy.
“She claims to know you, Empress.” Whatever fear was apparent in his movements, wasn’t in his voice.
Shizaaqa raised her eyebrows again and turned her eyes back to the prisoner. “Up,” she ordered.
The prisoner, still glaring at her with sullen green eyes, rose and approached the bars where Shizaaqa stood. Even without her family’s colours, she walked with her shoulders back and her spine straight. No scars marked her skin, and there were no calluses on her hands from hard labour, only the fresh wounds that had been given to her by the jailers.
She stood defiantly before the empress, jaw jutting out and eyes hard as the jade they resembled. There was unswaying knowledge in those eyes, knowledge that in time, Shizaaqa would recognise her.
“It was a mistake to say you know me,” Shizaaqa said, smiling darkly. “You might have died almost honourably if you hadn’t. Instead, you’ll live.”
She held the prisoner’s eyes for a moment, watching as the fear and realisation crept into them, then she turned and swept out of the dungeons as the prisoner exploded in an insane rage.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine~ all mine~
Notes~ Genesis 086. No, I've got no idea who she is either. I just write this stuff, don't expect me to know anything about it XD;; Also? Winamp is scarily appropriate. How does it do that? XD;
Shizaaqa raised an eyebrow and folded her arms delicately, tapping one slender finger against her elbow. She looked disdainfully into the cell, as though the woman behind the bars were a dangerous wild animal, rendered helpless by the bonds tied around her.
The woman had been stripped naked, as was every prisoner in the dungeons of Assiraz. It was supposed to shame them, destroy their self esteem, make them feel as though the world could see right into their deepest and most private thoughts.
For this prisoner though, the loss of her family colours seemed to have no affect. She sat in the back corner of her cell, pale shoulders arched in a position of defiance. Sharp green eyes glared at the empress with flashing menace, and Shizaaqa was sure her teeth would have been bared were they not hidden behind the tight wire grill that had been lashed over her mouth.
“What is the purpose of the grill?” she asked, her question directed at the jailer standing beside her, though her eyes were still on the prisoner.
“I eat people.” The woman’s harsh, almost masculine voice answered before the jailer could get a word out. Her words were muffled slightly by the bars over her mouth, but Shizaaqa knew she hadn’t mistaken them.
“Does that shock you, Empress?” the prisoner wanted to know. Her accent was clearly from the mountains, but she was no peasant farmer. Her complexion was far too soft for that, her fingers too delicate.
Shizaaqa curled her lip in disgust as she shook her head. “Very little does, only that you’ve yet to see the executioner’s block.” This time she cast a threatening sideways glance at the jailer.
The jailer shuffled half a step away from the empress, obviously feeling he could well be heading for the executioner’s block himself if he didn’t give an explanation that would satisfy.
“She claims to know you, Empress.” Whatever fear was apparent in his movements, wasn’t in his voice.
Shizaaqa raised her eyebrows again and turned her eyes back to the prisoner. “Up,” she ordered.
The prisoner, still glaring at her with sullen green eyes, rose and approached the bars where Shizaaqa stood. Even without her family’s colours, she walked with her shoulders back and her spine straight. No scars marked her skin, and there were no calluses on her hands from hard labour, only the fresh wounds that had been given to her by the jailers.
She stood defiantly before the empress, jaw jutting out and eyes hard as the jade they resembled. There was unswaying knowledge in those eyes, knowledge that in time, Shizaaqa would recognise her.
“It was a mistake to say you know me,” Shizaaqa said, smiling darkly. “You might have died almost honourably if you hadn’t. Instead, you’ll live.”
She held the prisoner’s eyes for a moment, watching as the fear and realisation crept into them, then she turned and swept out of the dungeons as the prisoner exploded in an insane rage.
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