05-11-2018, 09:38 PM
Hecate winced in pain as she was pulled off of the dias by an unknown person, no an elf of some form. The sounds of arrows penetrating wood could be heard through the sounds of the rushing crowds. Her body was under immense strain as she struggled to keep her grip on her bloodslicked spear. “Who are you?” She managed to ask as she was led away from the torture device.
Her eyes struggled to stay open, they seemed to be playing tricks on her, a faint glow was surrounding the person who had just saved her from being pumped full of arrows. Now they were running from the elves was already proving to be a challenge as arrows struck trees around the pair.
Another wince of pain as another arrow struck her back I'm bedding itself into her delicate flesh.
Her newly formed spear had been one wrought of desperation, and hatred. The feeling of the other her was gone, the darkness was no more instead she knew she was still one with that darkness.
When there was no reply she gazed over him with darkening eyes right as she slumped to the ground.
Her eyes struggled to stay open, they seemed to be playing tricks on her, a faint glow was surrounding the person who had just saved her from being pumped full of arrows. Now they were running from the elves was already proving to be a challenge as arrows struck trees around the pair.
Another wince of pain as another arrow struck her back I'm bedding itself into her delicate flesh.
Her newly formed spear had been one wrought of desperation, and hatred. The feeling of the other her was gone, the darkness was no more instead she knew she was still one with that darkness.
When there was no reply she gazed over him with darkening eyes right as she slumped to the ground.