[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Orel.

The occasional patter of rain as the clouds heaved open briefly, was the melody of Orel's current existence. Kept within her cell, the shadowy mare stood still. The gentle gust of each breath she took stirred the otherwise still air with a puff of cold smoke. It was getting colder now, likely nearing fall or winter, whichever fell upon the Dark Kingdom in such a way. Orel had stopped trying to track the time maybe two moon cycles into her imprisonment. At first, it'd proven as a way for her to keep her wits about her, but it'd quickly become discouraging. It was the day she'd been unable to see the sky for what had to be a week and therefore had lost count, that she decided it was for the best to stop. The sense of hopelessness it'd given her had been overwhelming - like a vast tidal wave that touched the stars and threatened to drown her as it crashed down. Had she not preferred the dark and chilled air of night, the imprisoned queen likely would have lost her mind long before that point. The treatment she'd received from her captors only pushed her closer to that ledge, sometimes dangling her right off it before yanking her back up. All the jostling had loosened her thoughts, but she hadn't completely lost them, not yet.

In the dark of night, Orel was only a wisp of a mare against the cell wall. Her gaze remained unfocused and cloudy as her lashes fluttered in a near constant twitch against sleep. It'd been taught to her early on that sleep was now a luxury and not something she could partake in undisturbed. Dread forced her into a limbo of near-wakefulness, but never quite resting. This was where her cohesiveness had failed already. Dreams existed in the waking world as she slogged through what was fact and what was her own mind. While harsh scars had been left on her hide from this abduction, Orel thought that her inability to think was the worst of the damage. The torturous lack of sleep, often paired with the disgusting concoctions she was exposed to, often left her mind in shambles. While she'd fought initially and hoped for escape, her mind now lingered on more peaceful things to simply cope with living nightmare she was trapped within.

The rhythm of rain had inspired one such thought that now took hold in the young mare's mind. A distant tune fluttered through the dark and, if she strained hard enough, she could hear the haunting music she'd once experienced at a party. Soft humming rattled in her throat, sounding scratchy and off-beat, but it followed along to the melody nonetheless. A song that played only for her in the tiny world she'd resigned to.


Orel - fleabittengray
Timeline: Fall, she been in captivity a while, new queen was chosen
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CHARM

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He had taken her several weeks ago, plucked her from the throne she had ruled and reduced her to nothing. It made him feel almost giddy, having another Royal in his grasp. First the Light Kingdom and now the Neutrals. They had already named a new Queen, who was settling in upon the throne nice and snug while the Kingdom scrambled to figure out what had happened to Orel. As far as he knew, no one knew he'd done it. No one suspected him. No one had come knocking asking questions. He had been free to do as he pleased to the Queen. He kept her carefully locked away, in the very cell Aranu had been left to rot in before being returned to the Light Kingdom at Hunroor's Coronation, alongside Lexi, who had also done a stint in his home. Charm was quite pleased with himself, to say the least, and while he was careful never to speak of Orel's identity around those that could not be trusted, he knew that - sooner or later - his fun would have to come to an end. Tonight, however, as the cold began to seep into the bones of those that lived within The Whore House, Charm knew he was free to do as he pleased.

Clamped carefully between his teeth was a large apple. The fruit had his own mouth watering, wanting to bite into it and relish in the taste, but alas it was not for him. He was bringing it to Orel. She had tasted nothing so delicious in quite some time. She was due for a little treat. Of course, being who he was, there was always a method to his madness. A reason to his "kindness." As if he was ever truly kind. He was incapable of it. There had to be a reason for everything.

The further down the row of solitary confinement cells he got, the colder it became. There were not many others kept in this area of the brothel. It was meant strictly for prisoners, not for slaves, and currently the fallen Queen was the only captive. He could hear a faint melody coming from her cell; the sound of humming. He chuckled, reaching toward the door and nudging the locking mechanism. It creaked and groaned as it opened, exposing the dirt and grime covered mare. Charm's massive frame shoved its way into the cell, dark eyes piercing as he stared down at her. His head lowered and he placed the apple on the floor, gently nudging it toward her with a large hoof. "I brought you a little treat," he cooed, malicious and mocking.


❅ Icy Dragon ✩ w/ Orel
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What an evil bastard.
11 years 3 months, fall, evening, maybe a week or so after Boudicca's Coronation