Azlum strode swiftly through the forest glancing behind him and scanning the area for any soldiers or bounty hunters. Every now and then he would open his mind to check if anyone was around, but since the last village he didn't sense anyone. He hated the forest, ever since that day he couldn't stand being in the forest. But it was the safest place for someone like him.
Not too far, but far enough where his powers couldn't pick up thought, he heard a twig snap. Dawning a illusory cloak, Azlum slowly crept to where the noise was coming from. Soon he came upon a man carrying an unconscious girl to the side of a hill. He opened his mind to hear the thoughts of the man. Of course, he thought to himself, a bounty hunter. He wanted to help the girl escape, but at what cost? What if he gets caught himself? Maybe it would be better to leave it alone, who knows, maybe she deserved it. Azlum decided to watch a bit longer to find out the bounty hunter's objective and to tell if the woman really deserved this.
Myrcella was having a strange dream. It involved flying. Was she on a dragon? A winged horse? Or something else? Regardless she was moving by other means than her own two feet.
Pain got her to wake; a pain in her head caused by the arrow that struck her. She opened her eyes and discovered darkness. What was worse was that her hands were bound behind her and a cloth was wrapped around her mouth. Panic struck then, washing over her like a cold wave. She cried out for help, not caring that the cloth muffled her voice. At least it was something. She wriggled her wrists, twisting her hands in a bid to free herself from the rope as she sat up, keeping her legs in front so that she could kick anyone that came near.
(I'm sorry, but are you supposed to be in this RP? I wasn't told about a third party.)
(Didn't realize I needed permission, my apologies! I'm new to this so I'm still not entirely sure what I'm doing haha. I'll delete my reply.)
(I'm new to this too so don't worry about it. And if I came across as rude please forgive me, such was not my intention.)
Myrcella had never been struck before. It caught her by surprise. The pain on her cheek, coupled by his iron grip on her shoulders got her to stop shouting and moving altogether.
This man meant business.
She had never been in danger before, had never really been out from the safety of her family's lands. And now the harsh reality of the real world enveloped her.
What did he want? Who was he? Who did he work for? Why was he doing this? Myrcella had a million questions going through in her mind. But she couldn't ask any of them at this moment. The stinging sensation of her cheek was enough to remind her of that. So instead she just remained silent and still while her heart pounded against her chest.