[The tales of the El Naddaha had been told long enough at this point that many just considered it a tale told to scare children away from the Nile so that they wouldn't end up drowning, or an excuse for men to just up and disappear. The reality of the matter was that it was more... complicated than just sitting on the edge of the Nile and trying to beckon someone into the water to their doom, no. No a good number of them, male and female alike, had taken to traveling to the towns nearby, taking in stranglers and then leading them back to their home for drunken nights and what-not that had led to the same familiar deaths.
Such as this one near Cairo during the evening, every single one of them clad in outfits that would have made many blush. Though it was simple enough garb, colorful and some decorated with coins or bells, things like that.
As was the case with a silver haired woman that seemed to be taking the lead with current song's dance and merely making it seem as if it were just alluring in that type of manner instead of a game to hypnotize those foolish and weak enough to follow. Though simple enough to pick up on for those with an eye, ear, feeling for this sort of uncanny spell.]
ii. Captivity
[Perhaps it was bold of her to go after someone that was clearly capturing her kind, thinking she would be different from the others and be able to get rid of the problem in the entirety. Instead she'd ended up in a net of all things, a gag shoved into her mouth and arms tied behind her back in order to keep her complacent in transport and ensure her escape wasn't possible.
Once Kisara had found her new home, as it were, in a sound proofed glass cell she'd been freed and the gag removed from a safe spot. A few others could be seen further down the hall, creatures that were nowhere near human and clawing or kicking at their walls. Useless.
With a soft huff she's moving to sit on the floor, a palm delicately placed against the glass to await her fate. Whatever these humans had in store, she supposed. How boring.]
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Kisara | OTA you bitches
[The tales of the El Naddaha had been told long enough at this point that many just considered it a tale told to scare children away from the Nile so that they wouldn't end up drowning, or an excuse for men to just up and disappear. The reality of the matter was that it was more... complicated than just sitting on the edge of the Nile and trying to beckon someone into the water to their doom, no. No a good number of them, male and female alike, had taken to traveling to the towns nearby, taking in stranglers and then leading them back to their home for drunken nights and what-not that had led to the same familiar deaths.
Such as this one near Cairo during the evening, every single one of them clad in outfits that would have made many blush. Though it was simple enough garb, colorful and some decorated with coins or bells, things like that.
As was the case with a silver haired woman that seemed to be taking the lead with current song's dance and merely making it seem as if it were just alluring in that type of manner instead of a game to hypnotize those foolish and weak enough to follow. Though simple enough to pick up on for those with an eye, ear, feeling for this sort of uncanny spell.]
ii. Captivity
[Perhaps it was bold of her to go after someone that was clearly capturing her kind, thinking she would be different from the others and be able to get rid of the problem in the entirety. Instead she'd ended up in a net of all things, a gag shoved into her mouth and arms tied behind her back in order to keep her complacent in transport and ensure her escape wasn't possible.
Once Kisara had found her new home, as it were, in a sound proofed glass cell she'd been freed and the gag removed from a safe spot. A few others could be seen further down the hall, creatures that were nowhere near human and clawing or kicking at their walls. Useless.
With a soft huff she's moving to sit on the floor, a palm delicately placed against the glass to await her fate. Whatever these humans had in store, she supposed. How boring.]