02-08-2017, 03:59 PM
Her golden locks flowed in harmony with the wind as she swayed upon the horse she’d been tied upon. Of course, the magus was much too out of it to realize that she wasn’t riding a horse, and probably wasn’t at the moment even aware of the rider behind her. In front of her, lingered only the sight of Arthas spurring his steed to greater speeds. They had been riding in the cover of the night for hours now. The depth of her exhaustion only making itself known when she found herself barely hanging upon the steed.
But instead of yanking herself back up or bringing the creature to a halt, Jaina found that someone else tugged her up, a mutter heard from behind her. “Careful. Try ‘n stay on.”
Confusion muddling her mind, the magus snapped back into reality. Whether they’d been hallucinations or dreams, Jaina wasn’t certain.
“W...o?” she muttered beneath her breath, trying to understand the confusing sight of blinking lights, gauges and monitors before her eyes, and the weird spear-shaped tip of whatever she was sat upon. The howling sound of the engine didn’t exactly calm her fever-addled, pain hazed mind either as the panic induced adrenaline made her yank her legs. Wincing in pain, the magus realized that for one, her muscles were still in a rebellion against her body. When combined to fact that her feet were tied down, not in a painful manner, but securely enough that she couldn’t fight her way out of it, the feeling of dread crept upon the magus.
Had she been kidnapped, captured?
By whom?!
This was not a good day for the sorceress, not in her own mind, at least.
But instead of yanking herself back up or bringing the creature to a halt, Jaina found that someone else tugged her up, a mutter heard from behind her. “Careful. Try ‘n stay on.”
Confusion muddling her mind, the magus snapped back into reality. Whether they’d been hallucinations or dreams, Jaina wasn’t certain.
“W...o?” she muttered beneath her breath, trying to understand the confusing sight of blinking lights, gauges and monitors before her eyes, and the weird spear-shaped tip of whatever she was sat upon. The howling sound of the engine didn’t exactly calm her fever-addled, pain hazed mind either as the panic induced adrenaline made her yank her legs. Wincing in pain, the magus realized that for one, her muscles were still in a rebellion against her body. When combined to fact that her feet were tied down, not in a painful manner, but securely enough that she couldn’t fight her way out of it, the feeling of dread crept upon the magus.
Had she been kidnapped, captured?
By whom?!
This was not a good day for the sorceress, not in her own mind, at least.
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