A familiar scent tickled her nose so pleasantly, most people and animals would be turned off by such a fragrance, however if her hand's were not bound behind her back with her legs chained together, she would go after this smell, chase and call for him to help her. Honestly? She couldn't take another day under this torment, even thought she had no idea how long she'd been held captive in this darkness! All Jiyu was certain of was the fact she had to be in some sort of blissful after life or deep in sleep, dreaming again for the first time in a long time, for this scent to be entering her brain. Underneath closed lids, her eyes flickered in a dream like manner, scanning over everything good she held onto about him from before she'd been taken from Black Rose while taking a nap on one of the benches outside the old guild. Letting peace wash over her now all too frail body, she chose to enjoy this soothing dream before her captors came in today, or tonight, she didn't really know time nor care for it anymore since she couldn't see light. Honestly? That was just saddened her most, despite knowing what he looked like, what they looked like and what her own past looked like? Every single time she dreamed it was in shadows, only shades of black if she was lucky, most times if was only touches, scents, sounds and tastes sort of deal. The scent currently overwhelming her nose? Was the one that had initially aided her into the guild hall and the man who had even tried to tame her unruly hair. Jiyu curled towards it slightly in her dream, mentally chasing the combined smell of liquor, cleaning agents of sorts likely whatever body wash or shampoo he used, this thick woodland scent tickling the others, hints of cat, light traces of ash twining it together; The ash calming her was really weird considering her captors often burned her to force her into eating. Of course, him being calming to her at all was weird, they had never been to similar from the start he was so put together and she was such a wild card, somehow they mixed well thought. In some way's before her abduction? She'd come to absolutely love him in spite of his habit towards relating her to a dog. Thought's of Marschal, Black Rose and the memories of time's before her mother had died, were the only things Jiyu had left.
Slowly time ticked by in the early morning hour's, light beginning to creep tempting towards her face as she kept curling towards anywhere she could find Marschals scent. When her eyelids first got struck, the sudden yellowing and pigmentation of the darkness she had known so long, nearly sent her into shock, hands gripping anything she could fin. Wait? Had her hands actually grasped something, whole body trembling she flexed the appendages once more, feeling the soft texture filter through her bruised finger's. Jiyu lay there, stunned as the night before slowly started filtering back into her brain, the fact her captors had chosen to move her, how frightened she'd been there in the dark as they slammed her against hard earth and dragged her. Kazehime couldn't recall how or any specifics but she could recall once for a few second's, her nose shoved in the scent of him, eyes peering open to see silver hair, white fur, bright red and than those golden eyes. Shakily the woman sat up, gulping before she tried to open her weak and wary eyes, finding the darkened room greeting her, , her first lucid sight since she'd been taken. Was she really out, how could she have managed that?! Rolling over, the female crawled towards the edge of the bed, leaning back onto her knee's, a position she'd been in many times with her lower legs bound together and her hands behind her back. This time thought? Her hands were free to reach scraped up fingers brushing this red jacket lined with fur as she picked it up. tentatively? She nuzzled her nose into it, inhaling the scent as if her life depended on it, her worn away nails pressing into it as tiny tears pricked at the corners of her odd colored eyes. Marschal had saved her, there was no mistaking it, his jacket was pressed into her face, her knee touching a pair of his jeans laid onto the bed, maybe even his bed, nothing quiet processed right, she had to move, she could move, she had to get going now!
Her first attempt at standing up? Almost failed, legs shaking, eyes falling down to her jeans which were torn beyond being worth saving, that must have been why the two clothing items were left out, since she couldn't sense him anywhere. Even if he had left her alone, she knew herself to be safe now, as her shoulders relaxed to the feeling of the jacket being slid over them, her shaky finger's pulling up the zipper. However getting on the jeans? Was another story, she took her own torn up pair off, and than put his on, but both the waist and length, they were too much for her! thought honestly? She should have expected it, under normal conditions she was five foot to his near seven, and only 112 pounds tops compared to his nearly 200 pounds! Now? While her height was mostly the same, she had dropped beneath one hundred in weight for sure. "there we go" she solved her waist band problem by tearing a strip of her old jeans off with her teeth, clumsily using it as a belt, not wanting to rummage through someone else's things for once. Now that she'd done something about the width? She'd need to trim the length, which meant leaving the safety of the room she assumed belonged to Leigh. She had to be at the guild thought, right?
It took Jiyu nearly an hour to find his door knob, her eyes struggling because of the time they'd spent unused, her steps unsure and shaky, looking as if she'd fall any second. As the wind mage went along, using the wall for support in her slow trek? She considered everything that had happened, and smiled painfully realizing just what she had beat out to be doing this again, even though the place she now wandered through was strange to her. Eventually the female found a place she assumed to be a common area, it looked as if it was a cafe, currently closed for some reason, she should be able to find at least a knife, if not scissors, which with she should be able to cut the jeans she was now wearing. "Damn it, knife, scissors, any sharp object will do!" she growled it out in a short burst of breath, fumbling trying to open a draw she'd found near the kitchen entrance, biting her lower lip as she realized herself not strong enough anymore to do it, sinking to her knee's seconds later. Kazehime did not sob or anything, just looked really pissed off, so the guild would wake to the sight of someone half would know and the other half would not know, a girl sitting there in Marschal's cloths. Honestly she was grateful to have his instead of whatever ones of her's had been left at the old guild, everyone would stare at her more if they could see what a poor condition her body was in, all the bruises, the skeleton, the scratches and such.
Slowly time ticked by in the early morning hour's, light beginning to creep tempting towards her face as she kept curling towards anywhere she could find Marschals scent. When her eyelids first got struck, the sudden yellowing and pigmentation of the darkness she had known so long, nearly sent her into shock, hands gripping anything she could fin. Wait? Had her hands actually grasped something, whole body trembling she flexed the appendages once more, feeling the soft texture filter through her bruised finger's. Jiyu lay there, stunned as the night before slowly started filtering back into her brain, the fact her captors had chosen to move her, how frightened she'd been there in the dark as they slammed her against hard earth and dragged her. Kazehime couldn't recall how or any specifics but she could recall once for a few second's, her nose shoved in the scent of him, eyes peering open to see silver hair, white fur, bright red and than those golden eyes. Shakily the woman sat up, gulping before she tried to open her weak and wary eyes, finding the darkened room greeting her, , her first lucid sight since she'd been taken. Was she really out, how could she have managed that?! Rolling over, the female crawled towards the edge of the bed, leaning back onto her knee's, a position she'd been in many times with her lower legs bound together and her hands behind her back. This time thought? Her hands were free to reach scraped up fingers brushing this red jacket lined with fur as she picked it up. tentatively? She nuzzled her nose into it, inhaling the scent as if her life depended on it, her worn away nails pressing into it as tiny tears pricked at the corners of her odd colored eyes. Marschal had saved her, there was no mistaking it, his jacket was pressed into her face, her knee touching a pair of his jeans laid onto the bed, maybe even his bed, nothing quiet processed right, she had to move, she could move, she had to get going now!
Her first attempt at standing up? Almost failed, legs shaking, eyes falling down to her jeans which were torn beyond being worth saving, that must have been why the two clothing items were left out, since she couldn't sense him anywhere. Even if he had left her alone, she knew herself to be safe now, as her shoulders relaxed to the feeling of the jacket being slid over them, her shaky finger's pulling up the zipper. However getting on the jeans? Was another story, she took her own torn up pair off, and than put his on, but both the waist and length, they were too much for her! thought honestly? She should have expected it, under normal conditions she was five foot to his near seven, and only 112 pounds tops compared to his nearly 200 pounds! Now? While her height was mostly the same, she had dropped beneath one hundred in weight for sure. "there we go" she solved her waist band problem by tearing a strip of her old jeans off with her teeth, clumsily using it as a belt, not wanting to rummage through someone else's things for once. Now that she'd done something about the width? She'd need to trim the length, which meant leaving the safety of the room she assumed belonged to Leigh. She had to be at the guild thought, right?
It took Jiyu nearly an hour to find his door knob, her eyes struggling because of the time they'd spent unused, her steps unsure and shaky, looking as if she'd fall any second. As the wind mage went along, using the wall for support in her slow trek? She considered everything that had happened, and smiled painfully realizing just what she had beat out to be doing this again, even though the place she now wandered through was strange to her. Eventually the female found a place she assumed to be a common area, it looked as if it was a cafe, currently closed for some reason, she should be able to find at least a knife, if not scissors, which with she should be able to cut the jeans she was now wearing. "Damn it, knife, scissors, any sharp object will do!" she growled it out in a short burst of breath, fumbling trying to open a draw she'd found near the kitchen entrance, biting her lower lip as she realized herself not strong enough anymore to do it, sinking to her knee's seconds later. Kazehime did not sob or anything, just looked really pissed off, so the guild would wake to the sight of someone half would know and the other half would not know, a girl sitting there in Marschal's cloths. Honestly she was grateful to have his instead of whatever ones of her's had been left at the old guild, everyone would stare at her more if they could see what a poor condition her body was in, all the bruises, the skeleton, the scratches and such.
