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23.Aug.12, 04:33 PM
Sanderon wanted to continue in his rage. He wanted Jada to run, not because he was going to give chase but because when he heard the footsteps running closer he figured he knew what might happen next and he did not want Jada hurt.
When she faced him with a calm 'motherly' strength in her stance and expression, his rage began to fizzle. The pain that encompassed him when his back wounds split open made it very difficult for him to remain upright. His feral gaze visibly softened as he was berated calmly by Jada. His face of animal rage became for a brief moment that of a scared boy. His eyes looked around his feet at the mess he had caused. Looking back to Jada he did something he had never done since his capture. He allowed someone else to see his eyes fill with tears.
His mouth opened to say that he was so sorry, but he never got the chance. When the door slammed open with two of the stronger healer assistants coming quickly into the room, Sanderon's defenses were back up in full force and his anger returned as he took a step backward. Bumping against the side of the bed he tripped himself up and sat hard.
A quick glance with a hint of fear was given to Jada before the man and woman took in the situation and hurried forward. "Lady Jada, you should leave now." One of them said as they looked to Sanderon with great disapproval. Sanderon knew what was coming. They would drug him, whether he wanted to be or not.
He did not stand again. He couldn't. Instead he glared at the two, hoping they would take his expression as a warning to leave him be. In truth he was terrified. His anger was real but it was also a mask. He did not want them to know he was scared. Scared people were viewed as weak. And scared people who let their fear lead them could not defend themselves.
"I tripped!" Sanderon suddenly lied. Hoping they would believe it, but they didn't. It was too obvious what had happened, especially since he had screamed in his rage. Jada had been the only one here that had ever reached his heart in his peek of rage. Maybe it was the smell of the food. Maybe it was her calm disapproval as she faced him with logic. Maybe Jada reminded him of his beloved mother. Whatever the reason was, he felt drawn to her. He wanted to just talk and not rage but he had been trapped in this vicious cycle too long. And now it was too late for him. He was about to pay the price...again.
When a one of the persons here now was examined closer, Sanderon could see the needlethorn in her hand. Tranquilizer!
"You've done it now kid. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." The man said as he came in with the woman close behind holding the needlethorn at the ready. Both ignored Jada at this point.
Sanderon could not see if Jada stayed or not, his attention was completely on the two that were threatening. Now the smartest thing for Sanderon to have done would be to apologize and plead with them for forgiveness and hopefully avoid getting drugged. But, Sanderon wasn't inclined to plead with anyone at this point. His answer to everything it seemed was to react with anger. It seemed to be the only thing around here that got any sort of results. So his answer of "Shell you!" Wasn't taken too kindly.
He tried to fight the man off but he was as weak as a kitten and it wasn't long before he was being held face down on the bed with a needlethorn in the back of his thigh as his back bled and his desperate struggles and effort-filled groans slowly died down to silence as the drug took effect.
When Sanderon was completely subdued and was laying there with a dazed look in his sleepy eyes unable to move, the two persons began to clean up the room and set it back in order. One of them left early and was probably making arrangements for a door lock to be made. The other left soon after to alert one of the staff that Sanderon's back wounds would need to be tended to again.
Sanderon was still conscious but he was totally incapable of movement. He could blink his eyes and if he really tried he might be able to speak with great difficulty.
He spoke now. His words barely audible and terribly mumbled. To Jada, if she was still there, he said, "I'm sorry."
OOC: Feel free to have Jada stay by his bedside if you like. The drugs will wear off eventually and he is still able to speak although it is difficult.
When she faced him with a calm 'motherly' strength in her stance and expression, his rage began to fizzle. The pain that encompassed him when his back wounds split open made it very difficult for him to remain upright. His feral gaze visibly softened as he was berated calmly by Jada. His face of animal rage became for a brief moment that of a scared boy. His eyes looked around his feet at the mess he had caused. Looking back to Jada he did something he had never done since his capture. He allowed someone else to see his eyes fill with tears.
His mouth opened to say that he was so sorry, but he never got the chance. When the door slammed open with two of the stronger healer assistants coming quickly into the room, Sanderon's defenses were back up in full force and his anger returned as he took a step backward. Bumping against the side of the bed he tripped himself up and sat hard.
A quick glance with a hint of fear was given to Jada before the man and woman took in the situation and hurried forward. "Lady Jada, you should leave now." One of them said as they looked to Sanderon with great disapproval. Sanderon knew what was coming. They would drug him, whether he wanted to be or not.
He did not stand again. He couldn't. Instead he glared at the two, hoping they would take his expression as a warning to leave him be. In truth he was terrified. His anger was real but it was also a mask. He did not want them to know he was scared. Scared people were viewed as weak. And scared people who let their fear lead them could not defend themselves.
"I tripped!" Sanderon suddenly lied. Hoping they would believe it, but they didn't. It was too obvious what had happened, especially since he had screamed in his rage. Jada had been the only one here that had ever reached his heart in his peek of rage. Maybe it was the smell of the food. Maybe it was her calm disapproval as she faced him with logic. Maybe Jada reminded him of his beloved mother. Whatever the reason was, he felt drawn to her. He wanted to just talk and not rage but he had been trapped in this vicious cycle too long. And now it was too late for him. He was about to pay the price...again.
When a one of the persons here now was examined closer, Sanderon could see the needlethorn in her hand. Tranquilizer!
"You've done it now kid. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." The man said as he came in with the woman close behind holding the needlethorn at the ready. Both ignored Jada at this point.
Sanderon could not see if Jada stayed or not, his attention was completely on the two that were threatening. Now the smartest thing for Sanderon to have done would be to apologize and plead with them for forgiveness and hopefully avoid getting drugged. But, Sanderon wasn't inclined to plead with anyone at this point. His answer to everything it seemed was to react with anger. It seemed to be the only thing around here that got any sort of results. So his answer of "Shell you!" Wasn't taken too kindly.
He tried to fight the man off but he was as weak as a kitten and it wasn't long before he was being held face down on the bed with a needlethorn in the back of his thigh as his back bled and his desperate struggles and effort-filled groans slowly died down to silence as the drug took effect.
When Sanderon was completely subdued and was laying there with a dazed look in his sleepy eyes unable to move, the two persons began to clean up the room and set it back in order. One of them left early and was probably making arrangements for a door lock to be made. The other left soon after to alert one of the staff that Sanderon's back wounds would need to be tended to again.
Sanderon was still conscious but he was totally incapable of movement. He could blink his eyes and if he really tried he might be able to speak with great difficulty.
He spoke now. His words barely audible and terribly mumbled. To Jada, if she was still there, he said, "I'm sorry."
OOC: Feel free to have Jada stay by his bedside if you like. The drugs will wear off eventually and he is still able to speak although it is difficult.
