-Age 19-
They were chasing her and she ran as hard and fast as she could. Her lungs burned as the climbed the slight hill and glanced back. She was absolutely terrified, and her heart pounded. Not so much from the run, though it definitely played a part, no, her heart pounded because she would be dead if the men giving chase reached her.
She was sweating furiously and her face was already swollen from the beating she'd received, with the bruises and cuts still fresh, blood caked on the corners of her mouth. The rope still bound her hands together and it made the run hard.
"Gods help me please!" The thought screamed aloud in her mind while her raspy breath burned in her lungs.
Her feet, bare and dirty, also bruised and injured, carried her forward but stumbled on loose stone, common in these parts of La Noscea. She didn't cry out as she she was hoping still for an evasion that looked more unlikely by the second. Pushing herself back to her feet, the dangling, cut rope around her ankles whipped a bit as she began her sprint again, but she didn't even notice as she pushed forward.
"Inland...I need to get inland.....Twelve help me get away from the sea." Again, the thoughts buzzed and had she the time a rest, she would weep from raw fear. They were trying to kill her and she didn't even know why.
Her long hair was a mess, tousseled and sweaty and swung against her mid back, open and free as opposed to the braided ponytail she normally. They had ensured she was unrecognizable as they had beaten her.
"Tomas.....I'm..." The thought barely had any time to form, let alone register as she reached the peak of the small hill and stumbled again. Asshe raised her head, she felt the blade of the sword against the back of her head and heard the cruel laughter from at least four men and at least one woman.
"Well, looks like we've caught our stray." The voice a deep growl and she felt the sword point dig into her skull a bit, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to hurt. "Get up, you little bitch!" The voice had turned hostile and the blade moved away as she began to stand. Running was no option. Not any longer.
She looked at the group. A small one...four in total. A Roegadyn male had been holding her down with the blade. And an Elezen male, elderly now, with white hair and scars from battle, strode forward and grabbed her chin roughly with a black gloved hand. "I wa'n't done wit' you when you decided t' scamper, lit'le one. Wanted t' pretty up tha' face o' yers more. The Cap'n's waitin' on yer return." His voice was the same deadly cold that it was so many years ago when he'd asked to kill her. Only colder and with more of a deadly edge to it. The man known as Ramsay grinned and gruffly pushed her face away, as he turned and gestured for the group to move out.
Toward the sea.
"Oh please no." This time the tears began to fall.
Toward her likely death.
They were chasing her and she ran as hard and fast as she could. Her lungs burned as the climbed the slight hill and glanced back. She was absolutely terrified, and her heart pounded. Not so much from the run, though it definitely played a part, no, her heart pounded because she would be dead if the men giving chase reached her.
She was sweating furiously and her face was already swollen from the beating she'd received, with the bruises and cuts still fresh, blood caked on the corners of her mouth. The rope still bound her hands together and it made the run hard.
"Gods help me please!" The thought screamed aloud in her mind while her raspy breath burned in her lungs.
Her feet, bare and dirty, also bruised and injured, carried her forward but stumbled on loose stone, common in these parts of La Noscea. She didn't cry out as she she was hoping still for an evasion that looked more unlikely by the second. Pushing herself back to her feet, the dangling, cut rope around her ankles whipped a bit as she began her sprint again, but she didn't even notice as she pushed forward.
"Inland...I need to get inland.....Twelve help me get away from the sea." Again, the thoughts buzzed and had she the time a rest, she would weep from raw fear. They were trying to kill her and she didn't even know why.
Her long hair was a mess, tousseled and sweaty and swung against her mid back, open and free as opposed to the braided ponytail she normally. They had ensured she was unrecognizable as they had beaten her.
"Tomas.....I'm..." The thought barely had any time to form, let alone register as she reached the peak of the small hill and stumbled again. Asshe raised her head, she felt the blade of the sword against the back of her head and heard the cruel laughter from at least four men and at least one woman.
"Well, looks like we've caught our stray." The voice a deep growl and she felt the sword point dig into her skull a bit, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to hurt. "Get up, you little bitch!" The voice had turned hostile and the blade moved away as she began to stand. Running was no option. Not any longer.
She looked at the group. A small one...four in total. A Roegadyn male had been holding her down with the blade. And an Elezen male, elderly now, with white hair and scars from battle, strode forward and grabbed her chin roughly with a black gloved hand. "I wa'n't done wit' you when you decided t' scamper, lit'le one. Wanted t' pretty up tha' face o' yers more. The Cap'n's waitin' on yer return." His voice was the same deadly cold that it was so many years ago when he'd asked to kill her. Only colder and with more of a deadly edge to it. The man known as Ramsay grinned and gruffly pushed her face away, as he turned and gestured for the group to move out.
Toward the sea.
"Oh please no." This time the tears began to fall.
Toward her likely death.
