Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing
some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it
onto the blog.
In this one, Fritz is doggen-napped and taken into the Bastards lair where he is interrogated horribly as they try to get information from him.
Originally posted: September 15th, 2012
Who nominated it: Layla
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Xcor Ghardian
*Following Throe as he rushes through our lair, what would
so important to rise his leahdyre from his slumber. Rushing up the steps to his
security lair, it dawns on me. Mayhaps mine lieutenant has finally procured
what we have been seeking. As he unlocks the door he turns toward me, the
pleasure evident on his face. Walking into the room, I am careful not to touch
anything. The large chair he uses while pouring over his monitors is turned
over onto the floor.* I do hope you did not wake me from my sleep to come pick
up this chair.
Throe Ghardian
My leahdyre, I believe we may execute our
plan. Look what my cameras registered five minutes ago! *I rewind the video and
approach the zoom of camera, we can see a old man speaking on the phone and we
can read in his lips "Master Wrathh" and ends the call saying
"My King". I can see a grin forming upon Xcor's lips as he thinks the
same as me* I believe we found him, Xcor. The old man maybe is going to the
food store that exists a block ahead. I think it's time.
Xcor Ghardian
*A doggen! One that mayhaps is close to
Wrathh! Clapping my hand on Throe's shoulder.* You have done well, mine
trahyner. 'Tis daylight so we cannot approach him on our own. We must have Finn
and Netti lure him to the place we have arranged. Alert the doggen and tell
them they must not divulge who they work for. I will gather the soldiers so we
can question this doggen. *Grinning down at the monitor, 'tis is a great benefit
to our plans.*
Fritz Ghardian
*After listening to my Sire Wrathhs
instructions, he disconnects. I replace my phone into my coat pocket. I turn as
I hear someone approaching. Another doggen, no two, a male and a female. They
look as if something is amiss and look worried. The male asks for my
assistance. He informs me that his Sire has asked him to move a rather large
object and the female is not quite strong enough. Looking at my watch, checking
the time, I should really not dally in matters such as this. Feeling for the
male, I agree. The female asks for me to follow her, I turn from the male.
Taking a few steps everything goes black.*
Zypher Ghardian
~In the storage facility~
*looking down upon this male's face, I arch mine eyebrow.
Talking to mineself while mine fellow soldiers are in the back of the room, I
study this doggen.* This? This 'tis the highly valued prize, mine leahdyre?
*slowly walking about the wrinkled, diminutive male's form, I toe his leg.*
Hmmm, this doggen smells...like cleanliness and flowers. *shuddering, I crouch
down to his eye level. Studying his face, I pull out one of mine daggers and
pick at mine teeth. Balthazar stops behind mineself, grunts, and walks off ,
muttering about killing off useless doggen. Picking at a particularly stuck
piece of food in mine teeth, I lean in closer. The doggen's head jerks up,
making me jump and drop mine dagger on the floor.* What the...befouled doggen!
*using mine tongue to make sure I have no injuries, I find the food dislodged*
Hmph, I guess thee has thine uses. Syphon! Get over here! The doggen awakens!
Syphon Ghardian
*Hearing Zypher yell out I enter from the
back room to find, *This 'tis our stronghold ore the king? *I bark out a laugh
at the frail servant as he lay on the cold hard floor. *Mayhap he is but
replaceable in their dynasty. *Bending down in front of him I arch my brow.* We
will indeed get what we need from you, correct? You will provide us with the
location of your king. I shot him, you know? *Chuckling low, I get the reaction I
desired from the doggen.*
Fritz Ghardian
*Pain, there is pain in mine head. Where am
I, I feel cold hard ground underneath mine body. I have been restrained, how
did I get here. The last thing I remember was the "doggen" but why?
Voices there are voices, vile and disrespectful. The fog slowly lifts from my
mind. Did he say my King was shot. NO! I try to break loose from my bindings.
Trying to restrain the rage building in mine heart for the betrayal that my
King may have suffered by these, Neanderthals.*
Throe Ghardian
*As soon as I am notified the old doggen is
with my soldiers at the storage, I warn Xcor and we demat to the place. We want
the doggen alive and not injured. Not yet at least. We need to gather
information and find where the King hides. As I walk into the store with Xcor
and I notice the soldiers beating the man and I yell in anger for not obey my
instructions* ENOUGH! My orders was clear! No injuries! We need him alive and
conscious. Move him to that place I told you!
Xcor Ghardian
*Stepping into the room, I suppress my glee.
This is what we have been waiting for. We now have a doggen, a royal doggen in
our presence. Standing back, mine hands clasped behind mine back as Throe puts
out the order to move the frail being, I start to pace around the room.* Remove
the bag from around his head. I wish to address our guest. *Zypher roughly
snatches the material covering the doggen's head. As he blinks adjusting to the
light in the storage room, his gaze falls upon me and he gasps. Tilting mine
head, I take a step toward him until I am a foot away.* Do you know who I am
doggen? Are you the doggen of the First Family?
Zypher Ghardian
*watching the interplay between mine leahdyre and the doggen, I startle at Xcor's words. The First Family? Making
eye contact with Throe, Syphon, and Balthazar, they all give me varying looks
of suppressed humor and excitement. Throe beckons us all a few steps away and
explains how he verified the old doggen's identity with his electronics.
Walking back over to mine leahdyre, I study the doggen anew. His refusal to
respond irritates me. Xcor walks away for a moment and I step up. Jabbing him
in the shoulder with mine finger, I stare at him in his widened eyes.* Old man,
you're noncooperation makes mine fists eager to wring information from thine
throat. Will you not share with us who thee works for? 'Tis true that we
already know. *his stare hardens and he remains silent* You believe that by not
answering, you shall be granted any sort of grace? *my laughter turns mocking
the more of I think on this* The longer you withhold from speaking, the greater
my and mine fellow soldiers' ire increases.
Syphon Ghardian
*As the royal doggen continues to hold his
tongue, I am in awe. It matters not that we beat upon him nor that we threaten
him anew. Warring with mineself not to beat the bloody hell out of the feeble
old man, I step back and allow control to be taken out of mine hands, for now.
I await orders from our leahdyre. Mayhaps the doggen will be left unattended. I
will surely enjoy breaking our nemesis into, bone by crushing bone. I will
break his barriers down, and he will give up the information we seek. I hold
back a smirk as I make mine own plan of accord.*
Fritz Ghardian
*With every excruciating blow I can feel mine
body weaken, but not mine will. I repeat to mineself over and over again, honor
of mine family first. Looking up to the one I know as Xcor, I have heard my
King speak of him often. Though I have never seen his image before now, I would
know him anywhere. Willing what strength I have left so that I might speak, I take
a deep breathe.* I am well aware of who you are, I may be old but not senile. I
only have one thing to say to you. You can join the Omega in Hell, you ugly
bastard. *I spit in his face, as I feel mine body give out.*
Throe Ghardian
*The old doggen has the audacity to spit
Xcor's face and I see the glowing rising in his features to explode in anger.
Sensing hatred that can take care of reason and put everything away, I move
quickly toward Xcor and departing him from the doggen's line of sight, putting
mineself in front of the old man, I look straight into his eyes* This loyalty
litany is making me somewhat bored here. You know we will get what we want ...
per fair means or foul. You see those soldiers there? *I point to Zypher,
Balthazar and Syphon. Xcor is right behind me still burning in anger* They are
a command to end your bloody existence. So your non-collaboration is, in
unimaginable levels, increasing in their thirst for blood. I, on the other
hand, *grabbing his finger and bending backwards* I am still using good manners
and diplomacy. *seeing the agony and pain on his face I smile slowly* Start
talking before the manners become unsustainable. And make sure that if we not
go to hunt your King .. your King will come to us. One way or another, this
meeting is inevitable ...
Xcor Ghardian
*Wiping the doggen spittle from mine face, I
stare upon the remains of his attack upon me. Clenching mine fist as Throe
attempts to convey we have the means to draw the king out of his compound in
one manner or another, I grin. The slow evil grin of malice as I take a step
forward. Clamping mine hand hard on the doggen's shoulder, he winces as I lower
mine head next to his. In an audible whisper* Your bravery is to be
commendable, old man. I do like a male that is...*clamping mine hand harder on
his shoulder and he cries out in pain* willing to honor his leahdyre. *circling
around to his other side* Mine men, they do not hold the same grounds of
respect I carry. They lack the patience of one who has no tolerance for
spineless creatures. *Mine hand moves from his shoulder, wrapping around his
wrinkled neck* So easy it would be to snap your neck, to end this life, but
alas you carry information I need. Though we have you captive, it is I who is
at your mercy. Mine men, they are not allowed to kill you. *Unmistakable relief
floods his eyes though he glares back at me.* You shall be cared for while you
are a guest amongst we lowly bastards. *tightening my grip, Throe makes a move
for me and I hold my other hand up* But should you fail to provide the
information, when Wrathh and his soldiers arrive, they will find
you...departed. *Laughing as I release his neck and go to stand in front of him*
Gaze in hatred upon mine face for it may be the last you will ever see, doggen.
*Snapping mine fingers at mine soldiers- Syphon, Balthazar and Zypher* See to
it he talks. Throe and I have some things to prepare for Wrathh's arrival.
*Smirking down at the old doggen* If the King even comes for him. *Throe
whispers to me about one of his technology equipment's recording our hostage.*
Mayhaps a "video" of the doggen will entice the king should the old
man continue to keep his lips sealed.
Fritz Ghardian
*Feeling Xcors vice like grip on mine
shoulders, the pain shoots through mine body like electricity. His threats are
of no concern to me. I will continue to keep my wits intact and tongue
silenced. Looking at the pure evil that lies behind his glare, I do not deny to
mineself that he will continue to inflict pain on mine body, but he will not
reach the mind. I think of my King and his beautiful shellan and the love they
share, of all the Brothers and their mates. My heart swells with pride and
love, I will never betray that love.* Do as you wish with me. I have one thing
you will never have, honor. I am of no importance to the King and I am easily
replaced. *Hoping this is not true, I continue.* Kill me if that is your desire,
but you get nothing further from me. *The room goes black once again.*~
