Polly|Ronduin

[adris]

He continues swimming until he found a place to rest, his eyes weren't tired but his muscles are aching. He turned about and sat so he could better see Polly better. The girl obviously meant no harm, he had other bestial thoughts about her that kept him occupied though.

"I wish, then I wouldn't have to hear Seereling preaching so much. Us Beleg can't just be left to our business these days, always being checked on by Poldora and Seere. I left to clear my head after last check, ended up seeing you."

He spoke more there then he wanted to, he wasn't used to someone listening. He almost wished it had stayed that way, but if the girl insists of following him he might as well find some use for her. Right now he needed to catch his breath, thinking will come in a few minutes.

[Kender Bard]

Polly shifted in the water, somewhat floating, somewhat resting against the sand as well as she listened. "I thought Beleg Beasts were mean and nasty monsters that ate people," she said with the breathy excitement of any ignorant person merely repeating what they'd learned in stories in the crib. "And that Poldora Beasts would sooner leave you to die than help you. But that the Seere Beasts were all gentle and nurturing. Is it true?"

[adris]

Cristian eyed Polly and let out a crocodile's gurgle after her comment about Beleg beasts being mean. He smiled to himself with a hint of amusement, the more his mind thought about it, the more he had to accept the fact that she did save his life. In one aspect of this crazy world this girl was stronger then him.

"We are truly terrible people and you should run, only the strong should be allowed to live we say. You can tell just by how vicious I've been so far I'm sure," adding a well timed breathless wheeze to help illustrate the point, "We don't hunt for amusement, at least we shouldn't, but it is necessary for the circles of life. I don't see why the world doesn't listen to us instead of weak Seerelings. Poldora is just isolated and Seere fights against what they truly are."

He grumbled and fussed about this for a little while, he had always been wanting to make Poldora take the steps it needed to move the leader back into their clan. Sadly, as long as Faolan held power that would never happen, and nobody can defeat Faolan, not yet. He finally sat up, closely looking over the girl whose path he crossed. She had the strength for it he thought, and he was still a Poldora beast.

[Kender Bard]

Polly smiled, a bit weakly. "I don't know," she mused. "You saved me, so what does that prove? What's so bad about not being strong physically? There are other ways to be strong. In spirit. In mind."

[adris]

He stands up and walks up to the water beside her and looks out into the horizon. She didn't seem to be jumpy, perhaps she was expecting what he was thinking. That's always how it was back home, at least she has proven she will be worth his time. She has shown the proper amount of interest, which is strange as women usually keep their distance back home.

"And you saved mine, you are a strong swimmer if nothing else. Not a bad body for even my eyes either."

He looked down at her for a moment of silence, that was all he gave her before reaching out to grab the girl by the wrist. She gave him enough time to catch his breath, he has had a terrible time recently, he wanted satisfaction. Saving her seemed to have been a good move on his part, at least so far.

[Kender Bard]

"Hey!" Polly frowned and tried pulled back. She didn't even hit him yet; she was a trusting woman and naive to violence. Aside from the monster attack, she thought the only crimes in the world were murder and stealing things.

[adris]

Christian's grip was steely, he knew what he wanted and he was going to have it now. She wouldn't be the first that resisted either, he didn't expect it but he knew how to deal with it. He continued pulling, letting her fight and hoping to wear her down as much as he could before she tried to get violent if it would get that far.

"Now you protest, you didn't seem to worry about all this before."

He hadn't been one to wander from home for too long, he did know however that some cultures didn't look highly on what he was planning on doing though. That didn't bother him, she did hang around long enough that was all the excuse he needed, but he was aware that he might possibly be committing a crime.

[Kender Bard]

"Worry about what?" she asked, pushing more firmly and still not being violent with him. His sheer strength awed her now that she was on the negative side of it, but it didn't dim her annoyance. "Come on, let me go, this isn't funny."

[adris]

He was a little confused that she didn't get what was happening yet, Ronduin was different but he didn't think there was this level of innocence in its people. He placed his free hand on her back between the shoulder blades and pressed with a good amount of pressure to get her to flip around to being as face down as he could manage. He held her wrist tightly as he made his way around.

"Is this really so surprising, well I guess I am secure enough to tell you that you are very good looking. It would be much better if you would just relax a little."

He wasn't one that particularly enjoyed the fighting, it was part of why he was trying to wear her out as much as he could. If he wanted a fight he would punch a drifter, not pin a girl to the sand.

[Kender Bard]

Something was beginning to click in Polly's mind as she started making connections. The face-down part was a hint. "Hey! Wait! I don't know how they do things in Beleg, but in Ronduin, if you want to say thank you to a girl you think is pretty, you get her flowers or something and take her out to dinner!" She thought, perhaps, he was merely confused to their customs.

[adris]

Christian let up the pressure slightly, she seemed to be just confused and surprised rather then resistant. He should have expected this, kind of regretting being so harsh earlier. Her skin felt soft, not something he wanted to bruise.

"Later, you can have all that later by my word. This is what I want now, this is what I get now."

He wasn't prepared himself to be so patient with her, but she did save him, a thought that still preoccupies his mind. She proved herself to be his equal at least in the water, which is probably why he wanted this like he did.

[Kender Bard]

"No," she growled, getting very angry now. "Not later, not ever." With a sudden surge of panicked strength that comes to women in distress, she tried to push him off of her.

[adris]

She would find that the parts of him not already clamped down were relatively easy to move. His muscles were built like those of a crocodile's, very powerful when they are already doing something but at the same time weak when they are resting. Her resistance was met with a good amount of success although the most important part, getting away, didn't happen. He had a heavy grip on her wrist, and that was all he needed to keep control.

He planted his heel into the sand so she wasn't able to throw him around as much, locking the leg to get the same benefit from it that his hand was getting around her wrist. With his free hand he planted it on her back and applied a lot more pressure then before, so whenever she pushed forward she would also drive down into the ground.

[Kender Bard]

Polly's thrashings eased up and grew weaker. She wasn't exactly tiring, but beginning to see that her struggling was getting her nowhere. Perhaps an opportunity would present itself if she lay still; and so she did.

[adris]

She gave up already, or so he thought, that would make things a little easier for him. Of course he didn't want to get too comfortable, she had resisted and that was enough for him to remember to keep a grip on one of her limbs. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it though, not physically at least so he switched wrists so one wouldn't break or begin to swell from his grip. He used his free hand now to begin at least the necessary work to begin his primal task, the rest can come later if he finds she truly did give up.