We're all a mess (Capture/Torture)

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  • "Im a bastard child"

    "No one will truly notice if Im gone" — Nyria


    Nyria was pissed beyond belief from being captured by that stank Ver-but she decided to get her revenge in-like she had promised to do, but in tenfold. She had trespassed upon Shadow Veil territory and waited for her upcoming victim to come from nowhere-pounced on them and began to drag their unconscious body back to Exiles-bringing them to the prisons. Her tail lashed coldly before she would splash cold water onto their victim to wake them up and if it was successful Nyria will stand over them placing a pace onto their shoulder harshly-pinning them the floor of Exile's prision. Her eyes cold and ruthless as a evil smile appeared upon her face as she stared at the bear. Sure it was hard to drag the giant thing here-they're heavy of course, and she was only a dire wolf. "C'mon wake up~ You need to get ready for your little party" she said harshly as she licked her teeth-she was already ready to begin the fun, but she wanted the stupid veiler to be awake to experience it all. Her eyes ice examine the bear with a cool look in them "Im so going to have fun doing this" her voice grew dark in tone as she began to circle Kodiak awaiting for their response-she looked like a hungry dog ready to pounce upon food like she hadn't eaten for a few months. Her wounds were still healing and it was clear she wasn't going to give mercy so easily like she had for Morgan.


    "Please let me die"

    "Speak" "Thoughts"




    KODIAK .  


    ( *゚+✩ ) ————— Im the bad guy, duh

    Nyria Stark/ storage/Wrench/Bastard

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  • MY HEARTS A STEREO —— 💫

    shock. the initial response to someone throwing freezing water onto one's face, from a state of unconsciousness, causing the bear cub to gasp for air, coughing and spluttering as if he was choking. he felt like he was, causing him to frantically look around, trying to push himself up, only to grit his teeth, and through them a growl of pain. what the hell... he was soaking wet. a mix of water and his own blood from being pinned by the shoulder into the floor. his nose twitched, the scent of the exile high. there was only ever one exiler he had met, and well needless to say, that one was nice enough to heal him. as he tried to find the source of this all, his eyes narrowed, razor sharp ivories clenched and bare. "who are you and what the hell do you want with me?!" he was not going to play nice. he was angry. so filled with rage that if given the chance, he would attack, in a fiery anger that consumed him almost entirely. it was almost feral, with just enough of his mind still there to keep him level headed enough to make smart decisions. either way, he didn't understand why in the world him. his mother was dead. he had been healing for months, regarding his most recent run in with feral beasts that roamed the land and just as he was feeling better, this shit. this woman, so filled with cold rage, for someone. someone within his home, if he could even call it that.

    it's beats for you so listen close

  • Ugh, they were all the same. Capture someone, throw awful one-liners at them, toss them around a bit before getting into the real torture, torture, rinse and repeat. Did it not get boring? Giorno enjoyed the heat of battle, he enjoyed the conviction his muscles gave to fight, but he couldn't do it every day and be excited every time. He had to imagine that everyone here had something wrong with them. Or... well, of course they did- they were all murderers and sadists. But something beyond that, too. It was like eating the same flavor of ice cream every day with different toppings. Even with the small variations, it had to get boring, right?


    The young lion approached with little interest in the happenings. As Nyria's sing-song insanity reached his ears, he quirked a lip, contempt not well hidden. Perhaps it would be better for him to leave, and yet he stayed, but only because of one thing: this bear was a cub. The prisoner looked to be not more than a month younger than himself, and being a child, he couldn't imagine that this was okay. Wasn't Damion anal about not torturing kids? Or were the rules loose on that, too? He seemed to either switch his thinking with the seasons, or keep one thought in his mind like a steel trap, never to be released even when it was no longer relevant. But that was all rumors. Perhaps things were different than he'd heard. After all, the reputation he'd heard and the clan's state had not matched, either.


    "If you quiet down, it will be easier," he murmured to the cub, emerald gaze soft and knowing. He wondered if he could sneak stitches into the prison later tonight. This child did not deserve to endure such things, but Giorno was powerless to stop it unless he wanted to sabotage his own mission. It was a conflict of interests, but he ultimately decided to be selfish until later, when there was less of a chance of being caught.


    / ic opinions!!!!!!!

    WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL?

    GIORNO G. — EXILES HELLRAISER — TAGS — PENNED BY MEGHAN

  • "Im a bastard child"

    "No one will truly notice if Im gone" — Nyria


    Nyria smirked-they were finally awake and clearly trying to figure out what was going on. Slowly she came closer to them-her white paw standing out among her pitch black fur. "My name isn't of importance...cub" she snarled at Koliak before gancing at Giorno-her icy blue eyes darkening a bit "No-I want him to scream in pain and agony" she snarled icily before turning her attention back to the bear cub, her tail lashing a slight bit-she was pissed and this was her way of at least cooling down a bit. She had swore she'd made Ver pay for what she did-torturing her, and taking one of her ears off. A snarl painted the direwolve's muzzle. "I hope you beg for mercy...bear" she snarled before she would place her paw on the bear's hind leg, putting as much pressure on it before it made a satisfying pop and crack sound. She paused a bit awaiting to hear the bear scream in agony-or say some really terrible words to her-her tail lashed before looking at Gio "Have any suggestions on what I should do to them?" she asked him-perhaps he'll give her some good suggestions about what she should do with her captive-her white ivory fangs bared in a wide cold smile that seem to ravage upon her maw-full of bloodlust.


    "Please let me die"

    "Speak" "Thoughts"

    ( *゚+✩ ) ————— Im the bad guy, duh

    Nyria Stark/ storage/Wrench/Bastard

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  • MY HEARTS A STEREO —— 💫

    the cub was scared, what else was he to do? for once, he felt he was in a situation in which he couldn't fight back, where he couldn't do anything by tale what was coming to him and this scared him. it scared him deeply. giorno then spoke of how him being quiet would make this a lot easier, and while he doubted it, he definitely acknowledged the word. the year old cub turned his head away from the softer of the two, looking back at nyria who finally answered his question, but it only left more questions. more frustration. as the words of cold and bitter resentment left the other's mouth, confusion placed on his face. yeah, he was smart but there was no way to tell what she would of did next. it was sudden, but extremely painful. draining. the scream of pure agony that left the cub's lips was something that sounded out of a horror film. she asked him to beg for mercy, and little did she know, he was. not for the goddess of mercy herself but mercy. shadowkeeper of the veil. gods and goddesses would not help, he knew as such, but mercy had helped once and kodiak knew she would again. he just had to get out of here. as tears finally welled up, streaming down his face, he pushed his hind paws uncomfortably. his head pressed to the ground, almost in defeat. almost. his leg was pulsing, his mind was racing with thoughts of grieve and silent prayers that he would soon be able to leave this horrid, disgusting place, filled with hate and loathing. he could not stay here.


    //all the burns can be power played in the next post and his next post after will be of him escaping/power discovery.


    "SPEECH"

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  • "Im a bastard child"

    "No one will truly notice if Im gone" — Nyria


    Ahhh yes,,,that scream of agony that escaped his maw made her laughed loudly "perhaps you'd like to have fun with some...flames?!" he voice grew lighter but sound more sadistic as she twirled around Kodiak "this is fun...this is fun..." she laughed wildly-her eyes ravage and wild tinting with bloodlust-while her tongue swept across her muzzle-fire began to spark on her paws, yet she didn't noticed them as she pounced forward-but not before she grabbed a danger stick-flames dancing at the edge ready to lick up its next victim. Slowly she twirled around Kodiak wondering where should she burn him "should I start with your paws? Back? Tail maybe? hmmm" Nyria couldn't decided as her pawsteps grew with her excitement and her circling grew faster-thinking of where she should burn the poor cub. She paused-her pawsteps became silently and slowly she spoke-her voice filled coldly, mixed with laughter as she spoke "....How about everywhere?" she asked before she made her way towards his paws-first she would start lighting the front paws a flame, watching as they inched forward on Kodiak's fur up towards his body. She chuckled a bit-watching the flames dance across the cub's fur "isn't it..warm? nice and toasty to help you feel better"her voice was mocking before she began to once again circle Kodiak wondering she should put the fire across his body next-while her eyes danced with laughter and fury. "Beg for mercy rat" she snarled harshly-her personality always switched like a flip it seemed, one minute she was happy and now she was angry-it was odd, Eventually she made her way to his hind paws and she would leaned a bit forward allowing the flames to lick upon Kodiak's hind paws before she made her way upwards-setting his hindquarter ablaze as well she grinned wildly watching the dance began to eat at Kodiak's flesh and fur-the smell of burning flesh entering the sky like a plague. She chuckled lightly before once again she began to circle around Kodiak-clearly having too much fun hurting the cub before her eyes flashed at her watchers-her ivory teeth seemed to be laughing at all this-her danger stick seem to be enjoying its "food." "Are you having fun yet?" she questioned the bear before making her way towards his back before she would allow the fire upon the stick touch his back and began to dance upon his body laughter echoed through her maw as she watched the flames eat it's victim


    Gio can stop her and that can help Kodiak escape ))

    "Please let me die"

    "Speak" "Thoughts"

    ( *゚+✩ ) ————— Im the bad guy, duh

    Nyria Stark/ storage/Wrench/Bastard

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  • Ah, so he'd been wrong? Were these the sprinkles on his vanilla sundae? Giorno watched Nyria carefully, rounded ears perked at attention. So torture was not a one size fits all routine. He would have to remember that, and to learn each preference if he wanted to truly help anyone like this again. The young lion winced as the bone snapped, cursing himself for not knowing any better than to tell him to be quiet. The scream ripped a hole in him.


    The heavenly boy stared at Nyria, burning brimstone in his green gaze. "I think you've caused this child quite enough trouble," he answered honestly, passionate anger left unmasked. "If you must do anything else, then let him go." This child was not a month younger than he was, it appeared, he couldn't stand for this kind of treatment. But then, she continued anyway. Fire. The young vampire stared with abject horror as the woman circled the prisoner, playing games with him. It was like watching her throw darts to decide how to kill him. He curled his lip in disgust.


    Giorno's brows knit tightly over his emerald gaze. He stamped the ground, roots emanating from the point, hoping to grasp the flaming stick and put it out. There was nothing he could do for the bear now, but at least he could prevent more pain, couldn't he? He would have to be able to help that much, right?


    "You're crazed, wench," he snarled, hoping to keep her distracted. "That is a child. Leave him alone."


    / rushed sorry!!! also ic opinions again <3

    WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL?

    GIORNO G. — EXILES HELLRAISER — TAGS — PENNED BY MEGHAN

  • MY HEARTS A STEREO —— 💫

    his gaze drifted to the dire wolf, growling in response to her creepy demeanor. he was scared of what she was gonna do, and honestly he was trying to just keep himself held together. then the flames. he could feel the heat curling his fur, causing it to singe before flames began to crawl across his skin, causing unnatural cries of pain, and agony to leave the cub. he tried to fight back for a moment, but the pain only worsened. in an effort to not give the what she wanted, he cried through gritted teeth, claws desperately trying to grip something. anything. he could feel his conciousness slipping away, before he gripped it, forcing himself to stay awake. he could not give this sick minded beast the satisfaction. he squirmed under the flames, the smell of his own flesh burning causing a gag to crawl up his throat, bile burning in the back of hos esophagus."l..leave me alone you bastard!" he didn't like cussing. it was gross but the only words that could form. as giorno managed to distract the other, the bear felt like this way finally his chance. agony was all he could feel, as he closed his eyes tighter. if he could just get from being pinned, he could get away. he could.. get away. he closed his eyes for a moment longer, feeling defeated before he managed to get away, in a cloud of smoke, just a few inches away. confusion laced his gaze, as he looked around, growling slightly. he didn't know how he did that but.. he had to get away. he had to find junepaw an he had to get home. adrenaline seemed to kick in, as he managed to limp off in a run, turning back only to mouth words of thanks to gio, before continuing off.


    //out

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  • "Im a bastard child"

    "No one will truly notice if Im gone" — Nyria


    Anger grew like fire in her icy blue gaze once Gio had decided to butt in and stop her from her fun. "How dare you" she snarled at the cub-anger residing in her voice "had no one taught you manners...kid?" she asked before lifting a paw she would slap Gio across the cheek, and if successful she would dig her claws into them causing a wound on his face. "You don't interrupt someone during a torture session-it is not your captive and it is not you to decide how far someone should go. Let that be a life lesson" she stated harshly to Gio before getting up "Now that is said and done I dont want to see your face in any of my captive and torture sessions. Got that?" she asked the cub, her black tail lashing before she backed up to leave-her back facing the cub while she began to be engulfed by the shadows, but she paused "Also. I am not a Wrench, I am a bastard and a monster" she stated coldly before leaving


    (Peace)

    "Please let me die"

    "Speak" "Thoughts"

    ( *゚+✩ ) ————— Im the bad guy, duh

    Nyria Stark/ storage/Wrench/Bastard

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  • The bear escaped and relief pumped energy through his veins. He had... he had helped. He had done it, even if he had been late, even if there still had been injury... at least the captive hadn't died. But now, adrenaline fueled him. He could cherish this small success for as long as he lived, even if-


    the claws dug into his cheek. The wound dripped blood. He stifled a snarl, cherub face remaining cool and distant, not looking to Nyria. She didn't deserve his attention. And yet, blazing green eyes met her gaze, if for nothing more than to show just how confident he felt in his own actions.

    "You speak of manners but set a child ablaze?" he asked in response, voice low and savage. He didn't want to hear her voice anymore. His tail lashed, lean muscles ripping under golden fur. How dare she speak of manners? How dare she speak of manners to him of all people?


    As she departed, he snorted with satisfaction.

    "I don't care what you say you are, woman- you are scum at your core."

    But she was gone.


    / ic opinions again!!!!!!

    WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL?

    GIORNO G. — EXILES HELLRAISER — TAGS — PENNED BY MEGHAN

  • As his gracious stride carried him over to the commotion, his crimson eyes narrowed to mere slits, arched brows furrowing in an uncommon act of irritation. He watched Nyria storm off with murderous intent in his gaze, then turning to Giorno and attempted to smear away some of the blood from the mess it currently was. "Does it hurt?" he asks, a thrum of concern ringing from his throat, black lips pulled into a tight frown. "Come now, Giorno. The children have all left the playground, let's return you to your room and get you patched up." It was in this rare moment, he felt like a true father. Something odd for his like.