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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 21:51:25 GMT -5
Thea sat down in front of the doors, learning her lesson this time. She looked over at Luana and replied, "Yeah, I'll make a note of that." She told her. This time the doors did open on their own, with the help of some guards of course, and revealed a room which closely resembled that of a court room. The stands on the sides were filled with members of the order and sitting in a high and mighty chair was the leader of them all. He was quite terrifying but he was well respected by everyone. There was a slightly raised platform in the middle of the room, sitting on the center of the crest of the witch hunters. It resembles that of a sun, in the center it had a Greek letter in the shape of an upside down 'V'. The witch would stand before the council here, on the platform. Her captors on either side. Thea nudged the witch along, aggressively too, making sure she at least looked like she was all buisness. Thea did not change out of her wolf form, knowing the bruises that would cover her if she did from 'breaking down' the door and rolling down the foyer. She growled, a motion that meant for the witch to stand on the platform quickly before taking her place next to her.
The general, as people called him, looked down at the platform of the witch. "Present yourselves." He told them.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 7, 2016 12:00:23 GMT -5
Luana looked around the area of trail. She'd hardly call it a court room, but it was very similiar. She tugged the witch along, but it wasn't to hard since Thea kept her moving from the back as well. The witch stopped a few inches from the symbol on the floor and locked her knees, giving a silent refusal to move despite Thea growl. Luana muttered something nasty under her breath and then stepped forward. She shoved the witch by her shoulders, none to gently at that. Because her of her locked knees, the witch fell forward and landed in the middle of the symbol, on her knees. Luana took her place on the other side of the witch, keeping a hold of the rope attached to her wrists. At his command, Luana pulled the papers from her satche once again and handed it to a guard. "Luana Makel. I was sent to gather the fair-haired witch whom was bewitching men and then murdering them in the dead of night." Luana said in a robotic tone of voice.
Davine hissed as her knees collided with the floor. They stung madly and Dave was positive they'd been scraped open and were probably bleeding. She struggled to her feet, it was much harder when her hands were tied, but she managed. Davine raised her head, holding her chin high, she met the eyes of the man she assumed was the leader. Glowering back at him bolding she stood in silence while the dark haired female spoke. She'd remember that name.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 7, 2016 12:01:38 GMT -5
(So I'm leaving for my cousins today and I'l be gone for a week and I have no idea if I'll be able to get on the internet to answer anything. My apologies.)
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