Another cog in the murder machine

Baal Raum After a while of being here, the warm feeling of the darkness vanished; and she felt cold. It felt as if cold, damp hands had been pressed all around her body. She felt uneasy, and w a t c h e d. It made her realize once more that she was not home, that she was trapped. Trapped, but not alone. "Hello!" The voice was cheerful, belonging to a male. It startled Baal slightly, making her twitch her ears. One hoove stepped around the other as Baal turned in a circle, towards the source of the voice. Her head lowered slightly so she could see eye-to-eye with the beast. He looked like a strand of wheat. His muzzle was slightly darker than the rest of his head and body, but still wheat colored. Or, at least that's what she thought he looked like. Looking over his body she saw that he was bulit similarly to her mother; slender, graceful. He possesed wings, in a similar shade to his body, except the right wing had some black feathers. Interesting. I've never seen someone like him. "Hello." She was wary, her piercing green eyes staring at him. She was trying to assess whether or not she trusted him enough to get her out of this maze; but honestly, the woman had no choice. The muscles in her glowing body relaxed, and the regal posture she usually possesses returned. Pieces of her ash grey mane fell forward into the side of her eye, her ears were positioned forward as she listened to him. A kingdom? There was a kingdom here? Her heart began to fill with rage, and it flashed temporary in her eyes, but then she heard the name. "Halyven?" She repeated a whisper to herself. "You must have much knowledge of the land, no?" The foreigner motioned to his wings. Baal was too proud to ask for help directly, but she would hint at it. Afterall, she was so terribly lost, and she wished desperately to return to the sea. To return h o m e. She did not belong here, she knew she didn't. She belonged home, on her little island. With her people, and no matter how much of an asshole her father is as a ruler and man; she wanted him with her. Baal craved familiarity. "My name is Baal. Baal Raum. My Kingdom...is far away from this place." She sneered, but not at him, at the place she was in. Baal was truly starting to hate this place. How dirty, and dark it was. The dampness, the mist, and smoke. She wanted out. "You remind me of wheat." Her voice was smooth, barely above a whisper. It was h o n e y.  A small smile crawled onto her face, flashing the ivory teeth she had. "Talk." Woman King

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