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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 2:44:34 GMT -5
Elena huffed in response. She'd made movement to slap him but he'd knocked her out suddenly. She was asleep for a few hours, waking up in surprise. She frowned when she realized they were moving. She was confused about why she was facing the ground until she tried to get up and realized that she'd been tied to a tree. She cursed and struggled, but quit after a few moments. She glanced at the rider, eyes narrowed. "If I'm such a good liar, then you shouldn't have though to following me. Where are you taking me, kidnapper?" she snapped, not yet resulting to crying out for help- she couldn't smell the village anymore anyways, so chances were they were far from it. It was getting dark out as well.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 2:49:11 GMT -5
"I'm just perceptive, besides, i've been witness to a painting of you, princess." He replied quietly as they rode at a slow pace. They were on a large, black horse, muscular and sturdy. "I wouldn't sturggle to much, Haine doesn't enjoy that to much and he might start to rear." Coyote warned absently, carelessly.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 2:58:19 GMT -5
She huffed in response to his warning and went limp- she probably wouldn't fly off, but he would, and then she'd be on an angry horse alone. "Alright, so...what is it you want? Money? fame? Power?...You're not after my hand, are you?" she asked, frowning deeply.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:01:33 GMT -5
"Money. If I were after your hand I wouldn't have gone after it like this... Well, maybe I would've." He gave an amused sort of grunt, glancing at her from over his shoulder and then shaking his head to himself. "I've been hired to do this, princess. I'm a mercenary, it's what I do... Kidnap, steal, murder... All for pay."
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:04:25 GMT -5
Elena seemed to consider this for a long time. Finally, she said, "How much is he paying you? Cause I'll triple it if you just pretend to kidnap me and then return me so I can avoid marriage for a few more years..." She offered, grinning. "...Wait, who paid you...Where are they from? How wealthy are they- tell me about my kidnapper- not you, but hte one paying you."
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:08:32 GMT -5
"Stop asking questions, I never get bribed out of a job, they're wealthy. My name is Coyote." He told her simply and then shook his head to himself once again. "Far to many questions for a princess to be asking. Weren't you raised to only speak when spoken to, little wallflower?"
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:12:52 GMT -5
"Coyote? That's a dumb name," Elena commented dryly. "And I was raised that way, but those lessons were the ones I had to repeat over and over and over again." She smirked at her joke, fidgeting. "When are we stopping? I'm hungry and I need to...go to..." She flushed, looking at him. "I have to pee."
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:21:29 GMT -5
Coyote looked at her and then grunted and gave her a slap on the ass. "My name is not dumb and you... You're going to have to hold it until we stop in a while. I also don't care that you're hungry." He replied and started to hum to himself, his hood still hiding his face. She was a funny princess but he'd dealt with people like her before and he supposed he'd jus thave to act as if he were her father. Strict, tough love, that sort of deal.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:24:07 GMT -5
Elena's mouth dropped when he slapped her butt. "I...Excuse me, but I'm almost certain that your hirer wouldn't want me to be treated so rudely! Whoever they are and whatever they want, I'm sure I can convince them that you should have some of your payment deducted for treating me so poorly!"
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:28:01 GMT -5
"As long as I get you there in one piece he doesn't care what I do to you." Coyote replied, chuckling. "Now that sound smore like a princess, very lovely and oh so dainty and pure." He laughed a little more, smirking to himself.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:31:49 GMT -5
Elena growled and started to fidget more. "Damn it, so help me I will make this trip a miserable one for you, do you hear me?" she snapped and squirmed her hands more and more- cutting herself. She grunted in pain and stopped for a moment. "...Wait," she said aloud and smirked evilly. She began to fidget, but with purpose- her wrists had been rubbed raw enough that they were bleeding. She continued to fidget to get the blood flowing- maybe she could bleed enough to get him to stop and untie her to bandage her up...and she could make a daring escape, she decided.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:38:33 GMT -5
"Princess... Don't be stupid. You rub your wrists raw you'll get an infection and your legs are tied with the same rope your hand are... You're going to fall and the horse is going to trample you." He said matter-of-factly. He was a lazy guy, not easily annoyed, very simple, but he needed money and being a mercenary was easy enough.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:42:07 GMT -5
"Well, if I get trampled, you don't get paid," she replied simply and continued her antics. She was going to make this trip hell for him, whether they liked it or not.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2010 3:52:41 GMT -5
"Princess..." He trailed and sighed, stopping the horse and hopping off of it, he grabbed her face in his calloused hands and forced her to look into his shadowed face. "I've been given permission to beat you if you aggravate me, you understand?" Coyote warned her. "But if you're good it'll be fine, i'll untie you, we can sleep in the villages instead of outdoors and i'll treat you kindly. And when we get to my employer than you can give him hell, alright?" He squeezed her cheeks, smirking.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2010 3:56:58 GMT -5
Elena frowned deeply when they stopped- mainly because he didn't get off and untie her. She glared at the shadow of his face, frowning more at the instructions he had been given. In response to his explanation of what happened if she obeyed, she spat at him- hitting his chin. "Sorry, I need evidence that you'd really hit me." So she'd allow herself to, presumably, be beaten at least once or twice to see how serious he was about his instructions. On some level, she was sure he was just threatening her.
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