Post by Laurine on Oct 29, 2005 16:42:35 GMT -5
The ground flew past her vision at a very fast pace, her lavender eyes watching it closely, examining each spot before allowing her booted feet to run across the more even bits to keep from stumbling in her hurried state. Black hair flew out behind her. One large, ebony strand flowed from each side, nearly reaching her waist when she stood still, the remaining locks certainly not passing the base of her neck.
However, being occupied with the ground, she didn't notice the large rock in her path until it was too late. She stumbled over the obstacle, landing face-flat on the earth of the opposite side. Her legs stuck upward, still propped upon the accursed stone. Good thing she was wearing men's clothing, consisting of a white - more brown now than anything - button-up shirt, and black pants. They were very baggy and didn't fit her frail figure well at all. In addition - judging by the many buttons that seemed to have found the wrong holes - she appeared to have put them on in a great rush; perhaps even while she had been running....
Face full of dirt and lips dripping blood she forced herself to stand up and run again. Her body ached and her lungs were burning. They just wouldn't give up, would they?
Well, neither would she.
An arrow whizzed past, startling her greatly, and she nearly lost her footing again. They were closer now; her momentary fall had cost her dearly. She forced her sore legs to carry her more quickly.
Obviously someone behind her had picked up a pace of their own. There was a strong pull on one of her longer shreds of hair and she was yanked to the ground by it. She felt something lean heavily on her chest and could've sworn she heard a couple of loud 'cracks' from her ribcage with the pressure. She looked up painfully into the face of a man who stood just over six feet tall. His shortly cropped hair was brown and his stern eyes hazel.
"Why were arrows being shot at me, Bodir?" she asked the man rather impishly. "I thought he wanted me alive."
He scowled down at her, putting more weight on the foot he had placed against her chest. "The one responsible for that mistake will be punished severely," he hissed.[/font]
However, being occupied with the ground, she didn't notice the large rock in her path until it was too late. She stumbled over the obstacle, landing face-flat on the earth of the opposite side. Her legs stuck upward, still propped upon the accursed stone. Good thing she was wearing men's clothing, consisting of a white - more brown now than anything - button-up shirt, and black pants. They were very baggy and didn't fit her frail figure well at all. In addition - judging by the many buttons that seemed to have found the wrong holes - she appeared to have put them on in a great rush; perhaps even while she had been running....
Face full of dirt and lips dripping blood she forced herself to stand up and run again. Her body ached and her lungs were burning. They just wouldn't give up, would they?
Well, neither would she.
An arrow whizzed past, startling her greatly, and she nearly lost her footing again. They were closer now; her momentary fall had cost her dearly. She forced her sore legs to carry her more quickly.
Obviously someone behind her had picked up a pace of their own. There was a strong pull on one of her longer shreds of hair and she was yanked to the ground by it. She felt something lean heavily on her chest and could've sworn she heard a couple of loud 'cracks' from her ribcage with the pressure. She looked up painfully into the face of a man who stood just over six feet tall. His shortly cropped hair was brown and his stern eyes hazel.
"Why were arrows being shot at me, Bodir?" she asked the man rather impishly. "I thought he wanted me alive."
He scowled down at her, putting more weight on the foot he had placed against her chest. "The one responsible for that mistake will be punished severely," he hissed.[/font]