Post by WildOrchid on May 18, 2008 0:47:18 GMT -5
Stumbling in an alcohol induced haze on a path once taken during a happier time she tries desperately to focus on the ground and her surroundings through the tears. Her arms pulling back slightly, puffing her chest out, she looks to the sky screaming.
“Foolish….bastard…why..” Her words slurred.
She fumbles for her blade, which she once was able to unsheathe with no effort, dropping it a few times. She hears laughter behind her as two bandits approach her.
“Need ‘elp there lassie” One said with a smirk, the other elbowing the first.
Her eyes narrow, as she drunkenly swings, spinning herself in a circle, almost falling on the ground, but still managing to cut a bandit’s arm off. The other looks at her and starts to back up.
“Now, now lassie, I don’t want trouble from you” His voice quivering.
With that she aims for his throat, but stabs him in the stomach, fumbling to get her blade out of him. After a few tries it comes out, holding it in one hand, looking down at the dying bandit she kicks him in the ribs hard.
“You damn bastard, you should not give your heart to one then take it and give it to another, Gods, Warrick, you lied to me” Her words ever so slurred, the bandit barely able to make out all her words, but one.
“Warrick? I am not him lassie” As he breathes his last breath.
Tripping and stumbling she makes her way through the bramble, fumbling with her pack to pull out a bottle of mead, she drops a dream catcher as she gets the bottle free. She downs the bottle in one gulp and tosses it into the stream.
She keeps walking, stumbling, and tripping down the path. She spins around in a circle almost falling on her arse trying to figure out where she is. She keeps following the path she has followed so many times before, her walking becoming labored due to the amount of alcohol that is consumed along the way, dropping bottles here and there through the bramble. Her thoughts keep drifting back to him, as she grabs for more mead to wash them away.
He would always warn her not to come out alone. She knew he wouldn’t approve of her traveling all this way without someone. He seemed to care for her so, but she knew he would be no different than the others. He turned his feelings off like a beaver to a dam when he told her it would not happen. Even then she knew she should have walked, never to let him close to her like she did. Foolish girl, you knew better than to tell him how you felt. You knew he would toss you to the side like Sam’s special that Kale sells. How could you be such a damn fool?
She grabs her head screaming.
“STOP!”
As soon as she does she feels moment, the whole ground shaking. She turns around quickly, forcing herself to lose her balance and falling down in the water. She tries hard to swim to dry land, her armor hindering her. As soon as she makes it this huge beast of a thing comes out of nowhere. Something she has never seen before. She takes a deep breath, diving under the water, hoping that it won’t see her. As soon as she does the beast takes one bite at her. She stumbles backwards, as it pierces her armor with its sharp teeth breaking a few of her ribs in the process. She grabs her blade trying to stab it in the throat, missing. The beast makes another lunge for her, missing getting her blade instead bending it in half, stripping it from her hand and spitting it out. She unbuckles her armor, quickly pulling it off as the throbbing excruciating pain starts to set in. Just as she gets her arm out of it, the huge beast takes another bite out of her, this time picking her frail limp body up in its mouth and carries it off dropping pieces of her armor as it walks off.
“Foolish….bastard…why..” Her words slurred.
She fumbles for her blade, which she once was able to unsheathe with no effort, dropping it a few times. She hears laughter behind her as two bandits approach her.
“Need ‘elp there lassie” One said with a smirk, the other elbowing the first.
Her eyes narrow, as she drunkenly swings, spinning herself in a circle, almost falling on the ground, but still managing to cut a bandit’s arm off. The other looks at her and starts to back up.
“Now, now lassie, I don’t want trouble from you” His voice quivering.
With that she aims for his throat, but stabs him in the stomach, fumbling to get her blade out of him. After a few tries it comes out, holding it in one hand, looking down at the dying bandit she kicks him in the ribs hard.
“You damn bastard, you should not give your heart to one then take it and give it to another, Gods, Warrick, you lied to me” Her words ever so slurred, the bandit barely able to make out all her words, but one.
“Warrick? I am not him lassie” As he breathes his last breath.
Tripping and stumbling she makes her way through the bramble, fumbling with her pack to pull out a bottle of mead, she drops a dream catcher as she gets the bottle free. She downs the bottle in one gulp and tosses it into the stream.
She keeps walking, stumbling, and tripping down the path. She spins around in a circle almost falling on her arse trying to figure out where she is. She keeps following the path she has followed so many times before, her walking becoming labored due to the amount of alcohol that is consumed along the way, dropping bottles here and there through the bramble. Her thoughts keep drifting back to him, as she grabs for more mead to wash them away.
He would always warn her not to come out alone. She knew he wouldn’t approve of her traveling all this way without someone. He seemed to care for her so, but she knew he would be no different than the others. He turned his feelings off like a beaver to a dam when he told her it would not happen. Even then she knew she should have walked, never to let him close to her like she did. Foolish girl, you knew better than to tell him how you felt. You knew he would toss you to the side like Sam’s special that Kale sells. How could you be such a damn fool?
She grabs her head screaming.
“STOP!”
As soon as she does she feels moment, the whole ground shaking. She turns around quickly, forcing herself to lose her balance and falling down in the water. She tries hard to swim to dry land, her armor hindering her. As soon as she makes it this huge beast of a thing comes out of nowhere. Something she has never seen before. She takes a deep breath, diving under the water, hoping that it won’t see her. As soon as she does the beast takes one bite at her. She stumbles backwards, as it pierces her armor with its sharp teeth breaking a few of her ribs in the process. She grabs her blade trying to stab it in the throat, missing. The beast makes another lunge for her, missing getting her blade instead bending it in half, stripping it from her hand and spitting it out. She unbuckles her armor, quickly pulling it off as the throbbing excruciating pain starts to set in. Just as she gets her arm out of it, the huge beast takes another bite out of her, this time picking her frail limp body up in its mouth and carries it off dropping pieces of her armor as it walks off.