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A latch? That was it? After having found the secret mechanism that opened the door in the back of the cave Mi'keh had expected to find heavy steal doors with big locks which he could take pleasure in unlocking. Even the fact that the door was not locked annoyed him right now, his anger burning high around the calm centre of his mind where he had hidden himself in focus. Did the door even have a lock? Absentmindedly he checked it as he took his right hand off his sword, not realizing he had been grasping it, to open the latch that kept the door shut. The fact there was a latch on the outside of a door in a compound like this almost slipped past him like so many thing had done today, but right before he pushed the door open he noticed. Was this door supposed to keep someone inside instead of out? He didn't need the hint of Damnum and Pestis sniffing the doorframe and Pan nudging the back of his leg.
Rae'vyn
Without thinking a moment further, not thinking about the starving criminals or rabid beasts that could be in there, Mi'keh slammed the latch aside and at the same time bolted through the door, moving his hand back to his sword again. Only to freeze in shock at the sight of the room. There were beds all around him, and some had women chained to them, pregnant women. Horribly mutilated women. They were covered in bruises and cuts, their faces either twisted in a frozen reflection of the horrors they had seen, or just plain lifeless and empty. Was Rae'vyn one of these women? His eyes scanned the beds, one by one, until he saw her. The half-Elf could feel something swell in the back of his head as his eyes finally rested upon his wife again, as if he was one of his own forcebolts that was being channeled too much. He knew he should be scared of this feeling, of how his anger turned into hatred, fuelling something unknown. But for some reason he liked it, even as worriedness and tenderness rose the front of his mind.
It did not stop, this feeling in the back, even as he let go of the hilt of his sword and rushed forward, kneeling next to his wife's bed and taking her head into his hands gently, pressing her against his shoulder, feeling her close again, smelling her hair, hearing her breathe... thank the Gods for that. Two black noses, accompanied by two red tongues pressed their way past Mi'keh, sniffing Rae'vyn while wagging two tails. They too noticed something was wrong from the smell of blood, sweat, and pain that even the half-Elf had noticed. Softly the two wolves made sounds of nervousness and displeasure, as if they too were in pain. To Mi'keh it was no surprise that he could feel tears running down his own face.
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