Chapter 170: The Games (II): Tepetal Goldbreaker

Literal silver hair with equally silver eyes, a larger iris than normal, that Rezar could also see expanding and contracting within her eye sockets. Golden tattoos on her pale white skin, like her skin was literally white. And then there was the orc them jutting out of her lower lip, but it wasn't massive like the others, it was just small, fitting her somewhat smaller and lithe size, though she was taller than Rezar at six foot four. But apart from times muscles and wearing what Rezar could only call Orcish battle gear, all he could see in front of him was a scared young woman, so when she said she was going to kill him all he said was.

"Yeah, sure alright...you and what army?" and then he turned around and got in his bathtub, ignoring the completely caught of guard and surprised Tepetal as he sunk in the pleasures of the still warm waters. She was surprised by the nonchalant attitude he had to her attempt to kill him, but he didn't seem to care at all, and even then she was not going to let his acting stop her from completing her mission.

She moved behind him and brought a dagger down, slicing it across his neck and then taking a step back to look at him as blood flowed down from his neck in soft rivulets. He should never have underestimated her and her willingness to end him, frankly speaking he had the best chances out of everyone to win the Plain games, but she rather spread her legs for her incestuous Uncle than to lay in bed with a man who dines with corpses. But something was wrong, the kind of sounds a person who has just gotten a knife through his throat would make was noticeably absent. Rezar bent his head backwards to look at her, his sounds already sealed but his skin still stained with blood, he narrowed his eyes.

[Bind!]

Chains shot out of Rezar's back and stabbed into all four limbs of the half orc half snow elf behind him, her scream wasn't exactly muffled, but it was controlled. It spokes volumes of her resilience and strength, Rezar didn't expect anything less from an orc even if she was just half an orc anyway. Rezar got up to his feet, leaving the bath tub again, this time visibly annoyed as the droplets of his blood still left on his body began to gather towards his fingernails. Tepetal looked up at him as the chains dragged her to the ground, impressively she showed no fear as she looked up at him, her gaze burning with resistance.

"I do not fear death, even if it's the true death. Do what you must cursed one!" she said through gritted teeth, still fighting back the pain as Rezar crouched down to look at her and gave her a smile that quite literally chilled her to her very bones.

"So you are the price, well one of it anyway, the one that's most inconsequential and useless. I'm not one to judge your customs, but what's the use of a useless and weak woman, in the world that's to come beauty would be worth nothing but dirt, and with power anybody can have as much beautiful women as they want. So what should I do with you."

As he spoke he ran his fingers down the side of her face, his blood hardening into class that drew blood, forcing her to hiss in pain as his hand came down to her shoulders, and then he clenched, hard enough to draw blood and force out another cry of pain from her lips. For some reason her pain was extremely heightened, and as she looked at Rezar, his now gold and red eyes seemed to pierce deep into the deepest corner of her soul.

Rezar brought his face to her bleeding shoulder, his fangs slowly poking out of his lips as his hunger and bloodlust came to the forefront. As opposed to other Vampires, Rezar being a dhamphir had more control over his thirst for blood, but that didn't mean he completed eliminated it as it was something that all vampires were invariably drawn to. He licked a droplet of her blood that had slid down his fingers, his body shuddering in pleasure at the exquisite taste that seemed to bath his taste buds. Tepetal was scared now, and with good reason, because what she was seeing was not just a death class holder, but a monster in the flesh of a man.

"I would like to ask you some questions about this plain games that's taking place Tomorrow, of course you can resist and not tell me anything, but it would then be extremely painful for you, so?"

[Compulsion]

"Tell me everything you know about the plain games and what to expect tomorrow." Rezar asked as he moved closer to her and took a deep breath, her scent seemed to fill the tent, and it was strong enough that his senses were actually called and focused. So far he has been trying to get his suddenly extremely strong and powerful senses in line, but now that it was focused on her, and as it was focused on her everything just seemed to care away.

Tepetal wanted to resist, it was in her nature to fight against those who would want to suppress her, she was and orc after all, but female orcs also had instincts of being submissive. If a male proves himself strong enough to best her in battle or in bed, she submits to him. But apart from that, men who were weak in body and in will were nothing more than preys and victims to orc women. Unfortunately for her Rezar was nothing of the sort, he was neither weak in will or in body, and even more so with his lack of the emotions fear and Love. He could not be bent or broken.

His mind and will was stronger than here ever will, so there was now way she could resist his compulsion as he strove to drag out answer from her. And while she was conscious of herself, she found that she couldn't resist, he so badly wanted to tell him what would happen in the games tomorrow, and orcs were known for indulging their needs and vices, they were driven by desires and her desire right now was answer this man that was hands down the most terrifying thing she has ever seen in her life…..and so she did.