In the jungle... the mighty jungle...

[Ivy]

That was that. She was dead. They were going to throw her into the pot and she would be bitten and possibly eaten by whatever tunnelsnakes they had in there. Goodbye Selenitas Weyr. Goodbye chances of Impression, slim as they may have been before they were non-existent now. The normally fiery, energetic, tempting, sultry, creative redhead was at a loss. She simply hadn't a clue as to how to get herself out of this situation. Clearly one of them would only be happy once she was dead - and she suspected if her death was slow and painful he'd be even happier with that. The other was a bit more scatterbrained and she'd apparently offended him, so he was probably okay with her dying too.

The realization that she was in a helpless situation and felt completely helpless for one of the very few times in her life brought her to tears. She didn't sob, she didn't even make a noise. Her body just went limp as F'ur carried her and tears rolled down her pink tinged cheeks. Her mind was blank, completely blank - she was a goner for sure.

When K'sel grabbed her shoulder she tensed a bit, jumped slightly even but then went limp again. Defeated. Tears streaked down her cheeks as he asked what she did for fun and she just stared at him blankly. He was either being cruel and pretending she had some hope of getting out of this, or he really was that scatterbrained. She really didn't know which it was at this point.

Suddenly overhead there was a soft chirrup and a streak of bright turquoise dove at F'ur's head. Eros!

The blue firelizard used his whip-like tail to slap F'ur and then landed on Ivy. He glared at her then glared at F'ur - just what did that man think he was doing with his slave? She was his and while he had fun watching them toy with her for awhile he decided enough was enough. Prancing back and forth on whichever part of Ivy was best available to him he looked at F'ur and then K'sel, fixing them with a gaze that said 'back off, mine'.

Ivy couldn't be happier to see her little Blue, even if he was a pain - literally right now as his little claws dug in against her. Eros hissed when she shifted to try and get more comfortable - he was fine right where he was, would she please stop moving like that? He may fall! Claws dug in more against her and she looked up at him. "Eros get me a shiny."

Was she really bossing him around? Really demanding he actually do something? Really, the nerve! His long tail flicked and he gave a huff, eyes swirling a light red. Obviously she was acting out because of these two others. Why were they not putting her down like he wanted? Did he have to do everything? Another huff and he disappeared between.

Ivy fidgeted, her body no longer limp in defeat. She had a chance if Eros brought back her dagger, which is what she'd been asking for. Biting her supple bottom lip she waited... and waited... and waited...

Still nothing. Where was that sharding blue? She watched the air above her but he was no where to be found. Shards and shells!

More time passed - seemed like forever to Ivy - and finally something did appear, but not what she'd expected. A Bronze firelizard as well as a Brown and a Green appeared overhead, each clutching something in its claws. They dropped the items just as Eros re-appeared and settled on Ivy once more, a rather smug look on his face. He of course hadn't lifted a claw, but the two males whom he'd rubbed up on and crooned for as well as the silly little female were more than happy to do his bidding once he showed them where his Ivy-slave was. They dropped a few toys they'd taken from some of the weyrbrats. The Bronze had even brought a satchel of food and a small flask of wine he'd snatched from someone. A soft croon from Eros sent the other three firelizards on their way as he clawed at Ivy to make her more comfortable for him to stand on. Really, why was she so tense, didn't she know he'd be more comfortable if she relaxed?

[Requiem]

Even with K'sel's overdone expressions of extreme irritation toward the redheaded cow, this was quickly becoming very boring to the middle-aged man. Not that he preferred her screaming at the top of her lungs and writhing every which way in a show of ultimate futility. But the whole limp submission thing was certainly no better than that. No brain, this one, clearly.

F'ur said nothing to refust his companion's suggestions of toys. The older of the men was perhaps even more prone to playing around with them than K'sel was, so it would be a suitable payment. But when the firelizard suddenly appeared (and the bluerider really didn't know what the tail smack was supposed to mean because it wasn't like a flit was at all intimidating and it wasn't even attacking him) it did not come with anything of interest. Tch.

And was gone again soon enough. Well, maybe she'd be more interesting in the pot with the tunnelsnakes? More likely just shriek and flail and get bitten a half-dozen times before drowning in her own terrified spit. Still, it would be an interesting experiment...A sound caused his head to tilt slightly to one side. F'ur's head swung slowly about, narrowed eyes fixing on something in the distant line of trees.

"Time to air out the camp, I think," he murmured to K'sel. Then, with absolutely no warning, he cast Ivy off his shoulder and turned on a heel, taking three strides toward the center of camp and yanking a hefty spear up out of the ground. No doubt the little kitty would find the plump and helpless firehead more stalk-worthy. Another glance to K'sel, before F'ur melted into the jungle. In a matter of seconds he was up in the branches, treading across them as surely as if they were a manmade bridge.

[Lotty]

He at first turned to leave her and retreat into the forest with F'ur. There was after all, something out there in the jungles, and he did not want to be caught up in it's claws, but before he could fully commit to her abandonment he remembered briefly that he was in fact a human being and a cursed moment of pity came over him. So in his moment of weakness he could not help but pivot on his heel and give the red haired woman an inkling of remorse hidden under his furrowed brow and he sighed heavily, thumbing the handle of the dinky paring knife he had wagged in her face not so long ago. The brownrider hoped that he would not regret this. It wasn't like he had the time to linger if the encroaching steps were any sign. How many paces he wondered... would this all just be fruitless?

He approached the half tied lump with his knife hidden conveniently along the length of his long fingers. Wordlessly at first, he pulled the woman up into a close embrace, her bindings pressing up against his chest as his face edged into hers before bestowing upon her a large cartoonish kiss - the kind that made an audible mwah and smack sound and left lipstick smudged all around the lips. It was passionate only in the zeal by which he wanted to conjure some kind of morbid dark humor; a certain kind of off beat comedy evident in the way he grinned. This was not just an excuse to pay her back for her suggestive flirting. Oh no, as he tilted his head in towards her neck again he pressed the knife he had concealed into her own hands, all the while whispering, "Good luck..." He certainly wasn't going to cut the binds himself, but he'd certainly give her the tools with which to do it. In his mind any other way wouldn't be as fair of a game.

With the exchange over, he released his arms and left her to her own devices, skipping away for a few paces before taking a bound onto a low hanging branch and disappearing into the darkness of the jungles.

[Ivy]

Eros squawked as F'ur cast Ivy off his shoulder and disrupted his perching on her. The nerve of some people, really. Taking to the air he watched as his Ivy-slave laid there tied up. One of the men left and Eros chirruped happily at this, until he saw the other one start to leave too. What was he doing? Ivy-slave needed her hands and legs in order to properly serve his needs - get back here right now and untie her!

A smug look came over the firelizard when K'sel did turn around - though no doubt it had little to do with the blue's wishes. Still Eros was content to think that he had forced the man's hand and he was going to do his bidding. Unfortunately instead of actually freeing his Ivy-slave the man kissed her (yuck) and then left her standing there. Furious Eros chased after the man as he disappeared into the jungle foliage - returning a short time later because he didn't want to overexert himself. Landing on Ivy's shoulder he looked down and saw a glint in between her bound hands. Ah, so she had something? Good, she should hurry then and get herself free. It was getting warm and he was hungry.

Ivy's eyes had gone wide at the mock-kiss. It wasn't really anything she would consider a real kiss, after all. Then his hot breath tickled along her exposed neck as he whispered. She felt something being placed in her hands and he was gone. All before she could even utter a word.

Fingers played over the object and she learned quite quickly it was sharp - well, sharp enough for what she needed. It certainly wasn't sharp enough to split her probing finger open at a light touch. Wriggling it as best she could she managed to position the blade against the rope and began to saw a bit. Her movements of course upset her blue who jumped off her shoulder and landed on the pot lip - sending her an image of a couple of dead tunnel snakes inside as he did. Were these why she had been trying to demand he get things for her? Really, why be afraid of things that are already dead Ivy-slave?

Glaring over at him she concentrated as best she could on cutting the ropes away. She knew something was coming - both men had alluded to that even if she hadn't yet heard or seen anything - and she needed to get out of here NOW. Furiously sawing the blade against the rope she grinned as it gave way. Her wrists were free! Leaning down she made quick work of her leg bindings and soon she was completely free.

"Eros, we need to go."

No, really? Hadn't he been trying to get her to go all day? Honestly, sometimes he wondered if his Ivy-slave was a bit slow in the head. Landing on her shoulder he nuzzled her neck lightly and chirruped. As quickly and quietly as she could Ivy headed in the opposite direction of what she assumed was an approaching feline, but she made sure not to follow the way F'ur and K'sel had gone.

Soon she'd be back in the safety of the Weyr - and for all her troubles she'd have nothing to show for it, since she'd forgotten her bag out in the jungle. Shards.