War. It's everywhere.
From the farthest reaches of this universe and the next, there is always a struggle. For life, for love, for survival, everyone is always fighting. For some, the battle is easier. For others, harder. Some fight on a personal level. Others fight for the sake of an entire nation.

In Hellespont, it is no different. The world has been locked in battle for centuries, and no clear winner can be determined. Each faction hates each other with a passion. When one of the enemy is caught, what trouble will insue? What will happen when the prisoner discovers that his captor is a girl? And if the two must travel to put a stop to all the fighting, to save the things they hold dear, can they do it? Or will they tear each other's throats out?

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Cecilaina Farriel, known as Cecil, cleaned her sword in an irritable manner. The other guards had caught a captive, and she had to watch him? He wasn't her prisoner! It was because she was the new kid on the block; she knew it, they knew it. Probably didn't help that she was the only female guard in all of the Royal Guard, but that was besides the point.

She had brought her sword to a fine, lustrous shine before she finally put it away and began to pace. The young woman was easily mistaken for a male, despite her thin, amlost delicate frame and a feminine face. Her jett black hair had been cut very short, by her own decision- it would be easier to do her work without the bother of heavy hair. She had a toughened, wise look to her face- something that marred the innocence in her green eyes. The Guard's uniform she wore hid the small ammount of feminine curves her body had- leaving her to look like a young man.

Until she spoke, of course. Her voice was a high, soft soprano- the reason she hadn't spoken to the prisoner. She actually hadn't looked at him for the most part- she had been too irate with the others for leaving her behind while they went on some grand raid. She turned to look at him now, her arms crossed over her chest, her cat-like green eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

[[sorry for my... crap intro :sweat:]]

Getting captured was not part of the plan, or at least it wasn't part of the rough outline of a plan Malachi had formed in his head. His orders had been simple, spy, gather intel,return. He had done this song and dance too many time to count and never once had he been caught. Almost caught yes but never had he been put in the situation he was in now, well at least with out him planning it. Arms behind his mess of burnt auburn hair the spy let out an irritated sigh. His guard was almost insulting, the kid looked no bigger then a toothpick. A little boy dressing up like a solider. If the chains around her hands hadn't been nailed down into the cursed ground Mal figured he could have taken the kid before he even had time to scream.Since the a fore mentioned chains were nailed to the same damn ground he was laying on he resigned to waiting for a more opportune moment, one that had him doing less work. "Hey kid, don't you guys know how to feed your prisoners?" It was the second best thing he was good at,irritating the hell out of people. Sending a cheeky smile towards the enemy he sat up and rubbed his stomach in mock hunger.

(( I do better when I'm not so tired.))

Cecil stared the man down, her green eyes sharp as daggers. She was so not in the mood for this. She took a deep breathe, closing her eyes and struggling to keep her temper in check.

She opened her eyes seconds later, deciding that she could play this game too. Originally, she wasn't going to speak to him, to let him know that she was a female. But she figured it would probably kill him to know that his captor was a girl... and she wouldn't admit it, but she'd secretly get some small pleasure out of his torment.

"And who might you be, to ask me for anything," she said primly in her soft, musical voice. "As far as I'm concerned, you can starve. Its no loss to me."

He had to have heard wrong, maybe he really was hungry, because the voice that came out of the boy in front of him sounded very feminine. Giving his guard a once over again Malachi decided that he had to be losing his mind if he though that the scrawny looking boy was a girl. Not only did he not look like one of the fairer sex, who in their right mind would leave a girl to be a guard.
Laughing it off he pointed at the diffidently male guard. " your voice sounds like a little girl."He taunted lightly before going back to his original plan. "hey if you don't take good care of your prisoners little boy,how do you expect them to cooperate?I have done nothing to warrant starvation." The cocky grin hadn't left his face.Teasing newbies, which it was obviously this kid was, was never un-amusing.

Cecil smirked, a cold, cruel, taunting affair. "Oh, but you're wrong. I am a girl," she said primly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Believe me, or don't. Whatever helps you sleep at night." She turned away, returning to her pacing.

"Nothing you've done warrants my kindness, either," she said over her shoulder to him, turning so that she was facing him. Her cat-like eyes darted back and forth between his, her expression almost amused. "Anyways, I wasn't given orders to feed you. I was just told to watch you." She was irked that he had called her little boy when it was pretty obvious she was a girl, even though she wore men's clothing. She didn't let it nag at her; she brushed it off, like she would a bothersome gnat.

Thing is, gnats always come back.

Brown eye stared at the soldier in front of him. Out of all the guards he had to get stuck with the one who had an identity crisis.Figuring that teasing the little guy about his gender would be so much more fun then trying to get food he gave up. Besides he'd just eat when he escaped, on his employer's tab of course. this was turning into be a little to much of a hassle.Entertaining but still a hassle " You dress like a boy, you act like a boy and you look like a boy...there for you are a boy. Sorry to break it to you kid." He throw his guard a look of mock pity.