A Hydra's Nightmare || Private

She was the weapon whom had taken down this Hydra, and the darkness her sheath. She resided under numerous tittles… The Black Mamba… Sapphire-eyed sorceress but only one had stuck: Famine.

Sapphires gleamed in the blackness hanging against the ceiling behind the tall guild master and something sifted behind the shadows.

Both a signature snake eyed hood and its wearers brunette mop swept reaching down towards the floor; obedient to gravity. Her fingers kneaded up around the blackness which seemed to encase all the high walls, the ceiling, of the dark dungeon like ropes. Famine’s palms soon released from the somehow physical shadows and her form whirled to the ground and the balls of her feet swept to the icy and grit floor with the fragileness of a flickering candle, crouching only slightly with the landing as if the earth she hit was delicate as an eggshell.

Arms inked with the illustrations of serpents folded in front of her chest crossly, that dark hood   falling back over her head promptly after the landing. “I knew you wouldn’t invite me when you were going to come down here.” She purred with that ghost of a smirk. “So I kept watch, couldn’t expect me to keep the poor thing unattended.” Azure pools fixated on Natsu with the precision of lasers. The dark mage

Eyes were still, settled as they scanned the captive in her binds. Famine could sense the fear that fractured behind her eyes….And just like Famine had when she was cornered a time before this Hydra put on that tough face; determined not to break. The sapphire gaze narrowed to icing over the…empathy pattering behind her pupils.

Sapphire hues glared on with the sharpness and hostility of blades, and unlike like that blades that had ripped into her the night she became who she was now; they didn’t long to cause pointless pain. Not that… she had a soft spot for the girl or anything, but she could see this was going absolutely nowhere they’d kill her of magic deprivation before she would even squeak.
“She’s stubborn, no amount of physical pain will make her give in.” Famine chimed in suddenly from behind Nyk. She’d quoted something anyone could of said about Rita Stebern in her legal days, always fighting to the point of exhaustion, biting off to much to chew… Famine wanted to bet Natsuzora was just the same… “What a waste to stand your ground, let him suck your magical talents right out of you for what…. Your guild? Your friends?.....Do you really owe them this much? Think how much greater you can be, instead you’ve been deducted to a damsel in distress! All cause you were with the wrong guild.” A wavering pitch danced in her words, syllables springing off her tongue sharply left pressing through her mouth like air the next moment, as if humored.
Famine’s gaze didn’t even Glimmer to Nyk, she was locked on the vermilion haired mage like a heat seeking missile though it seemed to be her master’s way, Famine would prefer not to end her life trying to squeeze some sort of insight out of her—what would they accomplish? Hell, how could he even be sure she knew what he wanted to hear? For all the two of them knew she could be some nameless D-class who just enlisted in the guild the day before, how unfortunate of a scenario would that be for her…
Famine moved forward, silence in steps as she brushed past her Guild Master. “What you and every other legal mage still don’t realize is you’re the council’s pet, who needs proper law enforcement when you have magically capable youths fighting the wars for you!”
Her features cringed to grimace, smile twisting. “But… what do you get in return for your service? To be humiliated and tortured here?” Images from her own trauma snapped around in her head. She knelt down to meet the height she sat so as not to stand over the God slayer. Famine wasn’t a big fan of intimidation; Her and Natsu were just two people who had made the same mistake in their lives: being heroes.
“I’ve seen it happen, you’re going to be left here. Unfortunately, your guild won’t come to save you and you can’t get out of this on your own.” The words she hissed were sincere beneath her tone, the same she thought to herself in her most hopeless hour.
Famine’s fingers curled to grasp the stubborn girl’s jaw, not to control or force her but to gingerly guide her gaze evenly to her own. ”You can help yourself, all you have to do is betray the idiot Master, the stupid fox, noisy blonde you were telling us about--- and well whomever else resides in that guild hall… You can stay here with us.” Her eyes had lit up, not in expression but hue, once blue lenses were a looming red, almost pink thanks to the light her eyes seemed to give off. After a while she had learned to harness her snake’s ability for herself for when his scaly self could not be present. A single glance into the dark mages eyes and Natsu, already weakened, would surely be lured in.