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Aragorn (ranger_aragorn) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-19 21:23:00

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aragorn, complete, day 16, giselle, kidnapping, wolverine

Who: Aragorn, Giselle at first then later Wolverine
What: Kidnapping of the King of Men and the beautiful Giselle
When: Morning
Where: Starting at the cafe
Rating: TBA
Status: complete

Aragorn and Legolas had spent most of the night and morning hours awake, talking, just staying close. They knew they would need their rest, so Aragorn dozed off in the arms of the elf, while Legolas fell into the waking reverie of his people, that was close to sleep and yet very different. Aragorn had never understood it, being a human. But, suddenly, Aragorn had awoken with a jolt, sweat covered his body and his breathing was harsh.

Something.. the feeling of dread and danger was so bad right now he felt like he was suffocating on it. He felt he couldn't breathe. Silently, quickly he moved from the bed and let the Elf continue in his rest. Though he could tell the thoughts of the elf were dark, troubled. And he didn't really want to leave him, but he couldn't stay in bed any longer.

Focus, he told himself as he looked at Legolas. He was so close to doing something he should not. And he was shaking needing to breathe, needing to clear his head, free his mind so he could focus. So he decided to go for a walk. Maybe get breakfast and even bring some to the Elf. He left quietly, planning to get back quickly. Not wanting to be apart just in case.

He found his way to a small place with food, a cafe. Not that he knew what it was and as he walked in he looked at the array of food and didn't know what it was. He frowned, pursing his lips quite confused. What was a scone?

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keoughr
2008-09-19 10:03 pm UTC (link)

The wide blue eyes of the maiden opened that morning and then immediately closed. A look of pain and anguish crossed her unmarred features, briefly distorting them. She clutched at her stomach and rolled onto her side, clamping her lips shut against a wave of nausea that hit her so suddenly she almost couldn't keep it down. She groaned and a few rabbits that had been resting at the foot of the bed perked their ears and hopped toward her.

After a moment of holding her stomach, she felt like she might be able to get up and get to the restroom. She lurched from the bed into the washroom and fell on her knees at the base of the porcelain throne. She retched several times before she felt like there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up. Shivering lightly, she pulled herself into the tub and turned on the water.

She just lay there for a time before she felt well enough to wash and get ready for the day. Removing herself from the tub, she stood in front of her armoire and allowed herself to be dressed by the various animals fluttering and hopping around her. They threw a dark blue satin gown over her head and helped her into matching slippers. Her hair was then twisted and plaited so that half of her hair was up and the other half hung down to the middle of her back.

Deciding that it might be safe to put a little food in her stomach, she headed down to the cafe. She entered quietly and tilted her head as she saw a long haired man peering at the foods quizzically. She smiled and stepped up next to him. "You look puzzled. Can I help you with something?" She smiled up at the golems as they approached and she pointed out one of the scones. One with blueberries and a little sugar sprinkled on top. "I'd also like some chamomile tea, please?"

The golem plucked a scone from the display case and handed it to her wrapped in a napkin, along with a paper cup full of tea with a plastic sippy lid on it.

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ranger_aragorn
2008-09-20 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Aragorn was lost deep within thought as he looked at the food but wasn't seeing it. The sense of dread he had been feeling, the sense of something dangerous coming was so strong now. And he could feel it so deeply. He was trying to figure out the best way to approach this with Legolas when a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning his head the dark haired Ranger looked at the woman now beside of him as she took the pastry and cup. He raised a brow remembering he had just been wondering what it was. "I'm afraid that this is all quite new to me." Aragorn admitted though he sounded slightly distracted. It was nothing against her he just felt quite odd.

He wondered if it was anything like Elfin bread so he looked to the golem nodding "I'll take one of those." As he was handed it he eyed it like he expected it to bite him or something. He wondered if he should have stayed in and just wished for his breakfast.

Once more his attention was brought to the woman beside of him and he smiled a little. "I'm sorry for I don't mean to sound rude.. just not quite used to the way things work here."

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keoughr
2008-09-22 10:48 am UTC (link)

When he spoke of the cafe being new to him, she tilted her head sympathetically and nodded. "Some of it is new to me, as well. But being in New York for a time made things a little easier to understand." Even she, who did not know him, could tell that he was acting strangely. As if he were in some sort of fog, or haze. She didn't feel well herself, and could sympathize.

She pointed to his scone as he took it from the golem. "These are delicious, aren't they?" She was far too chipper, even feeling ill. Some people found it quite annoying. But she didn't know any other way. She prefered to be happy rather than mope about. "Oh! I didn't think you rude at all, Sir." She beamed at him and pointed to the doors that led outside.

"Would you care to eat out on the grass with me? It's such a nice day. I hate to waste it inside." She edged toward the doors, scone and tea in hand and pushed backward through them to the outside. "I'm Giselle, by the way. What may I call you?" A few tables and chairs were arranged on the patio, but she moved past them to a grassy knoll and settled herself down.

She looked up at him and smiled, patting the grass next to her. "I just love meeting new people. Tell me about yourself!"

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ranger_aragorn
2008-09-23 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Being chipper didn't bother Aragorn. In fact it reminded him in many ways of Legolas and his mischievousness. It always made him lighthearted and almost chipper just in a different way. Looking at the pastry within his hand, Aragorn took a small bite, smiling as he found it was indeed quite pleasant.

Aragorn tried hard to shake this feeling that seemed to be taking over and though he smiled it hardly reached his eyes. "Yes they are quite delicious. I haven't had something quite like this."

Aragorn nodded taking his scone and following Giselle outside glad when she bypassed the chairs and tables and headed toward the grass. It was mor ewhat he is used to.

"Nice to meet you Giselle. I am Aragorn son of..." He trailed off. He was getting ready to go into the normal greeting but for some reason he just didn't finish it. Who cared who he was son of? No one here. Except Legolas and he knew. It.. Aragorn took another bite of his scone and looked out at the sky.

"What would you like to know? There is not much interesting to tell I'm afraid." He smiled the chipperness was infectious and though not completely, the young lady was starting to get Aragorn to at least forget about the thoughts in his head.

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keoughr
2008-09-24 11:06 am UTC (link)

"I didn't have anything like this until I came here, either. But they have these delicious things I discovered in New York before I came here called donuts! They are sometimes a little too sweet for me, but they are wonderful. Maybe we could get you one from the cafe sometime. I'm sure you'd enjoy it." She rambled on. She enjoyed talking to people, or rather talking at people. But she also liked to hear about their lives.

As she settled down on the grass and he follow suit, she smiled at his introduction. "Aragorn. What a wonderful name. It sounds very strong. It suits you." She stated simply before taking a small bite out of her own crumbly scone. She brushed the crumbs off her dress and took a sip of her tea. It was having very little effect at calming her stomach, however.

"Where do you come from? What is your status in your world? What kinds of food did you eat? What is your family like? Are you married? What kinds of activities did you do as a child?" She continued on with many many more questions, unaware that there was a predator lurking not far from them. She was just focused on keeping her stomach from rolling too much and the answers to her questions.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-25 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Not too far from them, in the woods, a predator lurked, tilting it's head up lightly to scent the air. It could smell it's targets, and as fortune would have it, the both of them were together rather than being seperated. That would mean that both of them could be taken if one played their cards right. As he stood up, he motioned to the two Lizardmen to go out in front of him as he began to walk along the side to flank. As he moved, the thrill of the hunt began to burn like fire in his veins, thinking about the fight that was to come, and as he thought on it his arms flexed instinctively to release his claws, though he pulled them back in a moment later. Wolverine was definately spoiling for a good fight...

It was a shame that they'd both need to be kept alive. But Dahak had given him intel about the pair of them. The Ranger, Aragorn, was a formiddable swordsman, a bastion for light and goodness. The other one with him was sweet, but generally useless in a fight. Another beacon of light and innocence in her own way, but her inability to fight meant that the plan was already in Wolverine's mind before Dahak had finished telling them about the pair. People who liked being heroes tended to have a fatal flaw about them which was that they played the hero before they knew the circumstances. Usually you didn't wind up in a bad place over something like that, but that's because a fair amount of people who were out to do harm didn't actually think when they did it.

Logan, on the other hand, even in a state where he wasn't quite himself, was a master tactician.

From the trees near them suddenly the pair who were picknicking would hear the roars of two beasts and see a few hundred yards away the lizardmen burst from the brush and charge them, short swords drawn. There wasn't a lot of questioning, given their weapons, what sort of plans they had for the pair on the grass, and only malice showed in their dark eyes as they ran. Aragorn would need to act quickly if he wanted to save Giselle, and that's exactly what the man in a t-shirt and jeans nearby was expecting. Let him charge forward to face danger, and leave the frail redhead all alone. Standing there, he resisted the urge to let his claws free again.

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ranger_aragorn
2008-09-28 10:30 am UTC (link)

The questions were coming a mile a minute and it made him chuckle since he was not quite used to this rapid firing of things his way. At least not words. Arrows, swords, spears, yes, words not so much.

His sword, resting at his side was the only weapon the Ranger decided to bring with him this morning which was rather stupid given the strong sense of danger and doom that was lurking within his mind. His hand, unconsciously went to the hilt of th elarge weapon. Though not to show alarm he kept his focus on the young woman in front of him.

" In my world I would be King, after the war of Middle Earth.." Keep talking he told himself to keep the focus off what he could feel and now hear was coming. Rustling from not too far away had him standing, drawing his sword from it's sheath just as two creatures appeared from the bushes.

Creatures of the like in which Aragorn had never seen.Even the Orcs didn't compare to this. Was this the danger I sensed earlier?The ranger asked himself quietly as he prepared to protect the young woman beside of him on the grass. He had a strong sense of honor, duty and to want to protect the innocent. It was his job. He went through great lengths to keep those around him safe. Especially someone as kind and innocent as Giselle. His focus on the creatures as they approached faster weapons drawn, his own sword coming to rest above his head poised to attack.

"Giselle, get up and leave this place. I have this handled." For someone who was about to be attacked and the danger lurking right in front of them, Aragorn's voice was even, firm and strong. No hint of fear within it.

Then he was engaged within the battle with these two creatures his focus and attention now on the Lizardmen and not on the young woman. Little did Aragorn know that this was just the beginning and that this was part of a larger plan by someone still lurking within shadows.

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keoughr
2008-09-30 09:59 am UTC (link)

She grinned as he chuckled at her rapidfire questions. She took another small bite of her scone and set her tea down on the grass next to her. "King?! Really? Wow. I have met so many people here with Royal blood. More than there ever were in my world." She mused, mostly to herself, unaware of the encroaching danger.

Aragorn was only able to answer one of her questions before she noticed some rather fearsome looking lizardmen heading their way. She recoiled visibly and then scrambled to her feet, knocking over her cup of tea and dropping her scone on the ground in the process. She put a hand to her chest and stepped back, watching as Aragorn engaged himself in combat with the ugly creatures.

She didn't want to run and leave Aragorn by himself, but she knew she would be no help to him, and possibly only hinder and endager him if she stayed. Butterflies galloped through her stomach and she felt as if she was going to throw up the small bit of scone and tea she'd had that morning. She turned, tears forming in her eyes and ran blindly down the other side of the small hill they'd been breakfasting on.

She stumbled, tripping on the hem of her dress and gathered up handfuls to keep it out of her way as she ran. She turned once she reached the bottom and looked up to see Aragorn fighting the lizard creatures off. She opened her mouth to scream for help when she noticed Wolverine. "Sir! Help him, please?!" She pointed up the hill to where Aragorn stood, fending them off with his sword.

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berserker_rage
2008-09-30 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Wolverine watched from the shadows as the Lizardmen charged. They were formidable, but even as his sharp eyes watched Aragorn he could see that Dahak had been right, the man had considerable skill with the blade. Had it just been the Lizardmen attacking the pair, he had no doubts that Aragorn would have been able to dispatch the Lizardmen rather easily. What added to the complication of things was the fact that it was clear while the man preferred peace, he was, deep down a killer, like Wolverine. Perhaps having more honor in it, but Wolverine could see in the man's fighting style where killing blows would easily have followed up his moves... but then, on this world, would killing one of the Lizardmen count as violating the one rule. He could see a bit of uncertainty in Aragorn's movements, which made for an interesting fight. He lurked a while longer to watch.

The Lizardmen played their parts well, coming up to Aragorn with swiftness. However, as they swung, their moves were clumsy, unpolished. They knew HOW to use the blades, of course, but they were a far cry from what any man or Elf would consider a master at the craft. They were simply brutes, little better than goblins, when it got right down to it. Aragorn would probably realize in the first few moments of battle that there was little for him to fear from them, with the exception that he would need to be extra cautious if he was not going to kill one of them, for they seemed to have little qualms about trying to slice and dice him...

Having seen enough, Logan rose slowly and calmly walked out, making sure to stay out of Aragorn's peripheral vision as he approached Giselle. The young woman appeared not to know that something was wrong, which was good, but the keen senses of Aragorn might alert him to something being amiss, and though Wolverine was confident that he could easily clear the distance quicker than the ranger could, Dahak had ordered him not to take chances. He would play this one by the book, even though secretly a part of him wanted to stick the girl right then and there and see what sort of a frenzied rage it would drive the ranger into. Yes, the two of them could have a glorious battle, and Wolverine bristled a little at the lost opportunity there. Perhaps he would untie the ranger later for sport...

He heard Giselle's cry and did his best to look concerned running up to her, placing what would seem to be a comforting hand on her back as he turned and looked at the Lizardmen attacking Aragorn. Without warning, however, the mutant's hand shot up and grabbed Giselle roughly by the hair. She would feel it tug back, forcing her to look skyward and hear the sound of flesh ripping and tearing as three metalic claws shot out from his other hand, and quickly came up against her throat. She would be able to feel from the light brushing of them that they were razor sharp, and if she moved so much as an inch she would likely slit her own throat. Wolverine grinned and whispered to her. "I wouldn't go makin any sudden moves, Darlin, or else you'll get a second, more permanent smile..."

He motioned to the Lizardmen then, and Aragorn would find them suddenly leaping back out of his sword's radius, stepping backwards as if something worse were behind him. Wolverine let out a sharp whistle to get the ranger's attention. "Hey." he said flatly. "King of Men. Drop the blade, or see what mine do to her throat... it's your call, bub..."

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ranger_aragorn
2008-10-04 12:43 pm UTC (link)

Though Aragorn was praised back home for being patient, kind and rational, deep down inside he was a killer. Through honor and Valor, yes, but still a killer non the less. Though he never killed for sport and it surprised him that he had enough patience and honor left being in a new world where none of that actually mattered. He battled with these creatures, knowing with one twit of his wrist, knowing that with one flick of his arm, he could kill the creatures just as he had countless Orc's and Orici.

Was it because he knew without turning that Giselle was still there watching him battle and know that she didn't need to see him kill these awful things? Or was it because deep down inside Aragorn's sense of danger had not went away but only heightened and gotten worse as he engaged in a well danced, yet still messy battle with the Liazrdmen. They knew how to swing the blades, but they had never mastered the skill to own their blades. It gave Aragorn the advantage.

Did the Ranger know that in fact that these creatures were just a ploy, a diversion from the master plan? From the real danger? He was keenly aware of Giselle screaming for help, watching helplessly. Aragorn had been about to give into that killer instinct when the lizardmen backed off as if commanded by a higher Master. Then that whistle had the Ranger spinning on his heels, his sword coming up to prepare for another battle. Until he saw Giselle, in the trap of the other man. And some rather odd claws were at her throat.

He was an honorable man so the moment he noticed the real danger the young woman was in, and thinking if he only listened then she would be okay, Aragorn let his arm fall, the sword resting at his side. His attachment to his sword, the fact he never let it out of his sight, never been without it stopped him from letting the precious metal fall to the ground. But he did bow his head, conceding for her sake.

"My sword rests, sir. Let the young woman go. We ask for no trouble." He spoke calmly, regally. Used to men following his command if he but ask. He had no way of knowing what sinister plan Logan had in mind. That there was a larger plan here. And suddenly, Aragorn felt this surge, this longing to have Legolas by his side, facing this danger just as they always had. Side by side, sword and bow working together in perfect unity. His guard dropped, the sword wavered in his grasp as his mind wandered to the Elf.

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keoughr
2008-10-06 11:52 am UTC (link)

As Logan's hand went to her back she felt relief for a moment. But it was short lived. Her hair was grasped and yanked roughly back, forcing her face skyward and yelp from her lips. Her hands reached back to fumble against the hand holding her hair in such a painful manner. "Ow! Please that hurts!" But before she could utter another word, there were pinpricks of metal against her throat. Slanting her eyes downward she could see the razor sharp blades protruding from Wolverine's hand and she gasped.

The involuntary sound, and the swallowing that occured afterward caused the blades to nick her skin and she held very still to avoid any further damage. She could see Aragorn fighting the lizardmen before they simply stopped fighting and stepped back. Aragorn turned and she felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over her. She had led him blindly into a trap. Unwitting as it had been, she still felt responsible.

She would not cry! But, oh how she wanted to! How had this happened, why had this happened? Who was she to this man? She'd never met him before and she was sure she'd not done anything to anger him. Why was the Planet allowing this to happen? Where were the golems? A thousand thoughts raced through her mind and all the while, Wolverine had his dangerous blades up against her throat.

She heard the Ranger speak to Logan and hope surged through her for a moment at the thought that her captor might let her go. But it was just as quickly deflated. She knew that she was the bait in order to capture Aragorn. She would have sagged in defeat, but knew that if she made any sort of move, she'd cut her own throat. A tear, unbidden, leaked out of the corner of her tightly closed eyes.

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berserker_rage
2008-10-06 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Wolverine could see it in Aragorns eyes, the fire that was there in battle, the man on the edge of giving in to his darker emotions. Ah were it not that he had a purpose here, he would gladly have tested the Ranger's mettle, faced down the stranger's blade to see which of them would fare better in combat. But he was here with a purpose, and whether or not it would have been honorable to face Aragorn as a man was a non-issue. Dahak had commanded that both of them be taken alive, and with as little struggle as was possible. To do otherwise would be to gain too much attention to the others that were likewise being kidnapped at the moment, something which the dark lord had communicated was unacceptable. Giselle screaming was enough of a distraction.

As the King of Men dropped his sword Wolverine took his claws slightly away from Giselle's throat as a show of good faith. He could hear her crying about how it hurt, and as he saw the tear sliding down her cheek he was suddenly struck with the senation that all of this was wrong, that he wasn't who he was supposed to be, that something terrible had happened. Aragorn would see his face twist slightly as he brought his free hand over his face and dug his nails into his skin hard enough that it started to bleed, a dark growl coming from him before an eerie purple glow filled his eyes and he stood still like an automaton for a moment, before placing his hand near Giselle's throat agian. Whatever had transpired in that moment the two of them wouldn't know, they likely couldn't guess that Wolverine had been fighting the power he was under, only to lose once again.

"Sheath your blade, Ranger..." Wolverine growled darkly as he brought the blade a little higher towards Giselle's face. The message was rather clear. He wasn't going to kill Giselle right away, but if he wasn't obeyed, he would be leaving Giselle a reminder that she never would forget. "I won't ask you twice..." he growled sharply, and while he waited he motioned for one of Lizardmen to approach, the scaly creature looking at Giselle as if she were repulsive, and roughly taking her wrists, binding them together behind her back. Once bound Wolverine stepped away and let the Lizardman hold Giselle, though he was within striking distance of her at all times as he watched Aragorn, curious to see what the honorable prince of men would do now that it was obvious Wolverine wasn't going to let the pair of them go.

Deep down inside, a part of Wolverine was itching for the ranger to try something...

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ranger_aragorn
2008-10-07 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Aragorn was honorable and as the entire seen played out in front of him there was never any doubt.He would not see Giselle hurt further than what she already was. He would not make the innocent girl suffer because of him.

he saw for a small moment something change within the beast that commanded the lizardmen. When Giselle was bound and handed to them and the request was made,Aragorn carefully sheathed the precious sword and with a heavy heart he placed it at his feet admitting his defeat. He could hold his own and if Giselle was not in danger he would have fought. But he would never make it worse.

It was there that he bowed his head and once more his thoughts went to the Elf.Wishing his friend and the one who had stolen his heart was here. With Legolas by his side, there would have been the choice to fight.

"I wish not too add harm to her. What is it that you want?" Aragorn asked again, his voice firm,no fear in his tone. He was not foolish though. He knew cool demeanor and complete corporation would not keep harm from being done.

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keoughr
2008-10-08 11:49 am UTC (link)

She thought for the space of a heartbeat that Logan was going to let her go. But that idea was shortlived. His claws were once again at her throat and Aragorn was laying aside his sword. She was then given over to the scaly lizard men. They revolted her, and she shrunk back from them. But, unwilling to let her go, Logan pushed her toward them and her hands were tied behind her back.

She was ashamed of herself for letting the tear escape and leaned her head down to wipe her face on her shoulder. She looked at Aragorn, and her large blue eyes pled for forgiveness. She hadn't known that Wolverine was the enemy. But she still felt responsible for the situation they now found themselves in. And she had to know why this was happening to them.

"Why are you doing this to us? What did we do to offend you so?" She looked imploringly at Wolverine, who was only feet away and still within range to slice her throat open with his menacing claws. Then she heard the Ranger's words nearly on top of her own and she clamped her mouth shut. She'd gotten him into this mess, the least she could do is keep her trap shut so that Aragorn could talk to him without interruption on her aprt.

She sighed, and her breath blew a strand of her red hair off her forhead only to have it flutter back down and rest against her skin. She could do nothing about it with her hands tied behind her back. And why did she have her hands tied behind her back in the first place? What was going on?

Sure, she'd run from ogres and defeated dragons, but she hadn't expected to encounter anything like that here. She hadn't had to worry about having her guard up, and if someone threatened her like that nasty Ash had, a golem came to her aid. So where were they now? She pouted and stomped her foot. It was all making her rather angry the more she thought about it.

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berserker_rage
2008-10-08 10:58 pm UTC (link)

"Nothing..." Wolverine said as he raised his other hand up to lightly brush away Giselle's tear as she was being bound. The touch was surprisingly soft, and gentle. But aside from his moment of weakness before, he didn't show any particular signs that he was having second thoughts about taking them. Inside he felt a bit of personal turmoil at having kidnapped Giselle, however. She was too nice to consider much of a threat. It was far easier on Wolverine's conscience to take Aragorn as a prisoner. A killer knew a fellow killer when he saw one. Giselle, on the other hand, gave off the sensation of fear and innocence. Not that Wolverine hadn't hunted innocent things before, but none of them had ever been able to ask the question 'why?'.

As the ranger laid down his sword, Wolverine stalked over to him, his claws retracting as he moved, not content to let a Lizardman bind this one's hands. The Lizardman near Giselle readied his sword in case Aragorn decided to fight, a move that would prevent the King of Men from doing anything he might regret. Then again, as Logan's hand touched his wrist, Aragorn would feel the power there. Logan now had enough strength to easily snap the man's wrist, a gift given to him temporarily by his dark master. Firmly the mutant twisted Aragorn's hands behind his back and bound them firmly, with a knot that displayed that unlike an orc or goblin, Wolverine knew what he was doing when it came to bindings.

After he was bound, one of the Lizardmen walked over, reaching down as if to draw Aragorn's blade from it's scabbard, but the movement got a deep growl from Wolverine that stopped the creature, and sent it backing up a few paces. Slowly, almost reverently Wolverine knelt in front of the blade and lightly picked it up, not removing it from it's scabbard at all. He knew all too well that a warrior's blade was something sacred, that it became less of a tool and more a part of you, like another arm. He would not do Aragorn the dishonor of attempting to weild his sword, in fact, were it not for the fact that the ranger was likely resourceful enough to have used it to escape, he would have let him keep it.

"Lord Dahak has commanded that I capture you." Wolverine said simply, answering both their questions as he motioned for them to move. If they didn't start to follow, the Lizardmen would either shove them in the right direction or carry them, if absolutely necessary. "He said to take you alive, so I imagine the two of you can live through this, if you're not dumb enough to try something stupid like escaping..." He said, turning to look at the Ranger, waiting until the man was forced past him to begin walking again. Now that he thought about it, the Ranger was also a tracker, from what Dahak had said, which meant that he'd likely be leaving little clues behind, unless Wolverine watched him carefully.

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