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Ferelith had been walking for days.. If she remembered where she had come from it was long lost in the breaks..
The parts of her mind that simply held only white. She knew her name..
She knew how to walk..hunt..fight..
But who had taught her or why she knew was always the point she would come up empty. She knew she could grow back parts of her self sometimes..
Instantly..sometimes..more slowly.. She had grown her leg back in less than ten seconds when a tree limb fell while she slept and broke it so badly it tor off when she woke and rolled out from under it.
But it took two weeks for a broken finger to heal before it simply snapped back into place on the 15th day.
She had started to build a camp. The sparse environment around her had mostly been tall grass and rocks.
Occasionally deer and fish had been available. The further away she got from the ocean however the more sparse and uniform her surroundings became.
Just grass and rocks with large surrounding plateaus. The nights were dark and cold. The days hot and muggy.
It had been slow going but it wasnt like she had anywhere to be...
Or maybe she did..
She didnt know. So she wandered in whatever direction foraging for the nights food lead her. The dangerous creatures here seemed to leave her alone or at least they hadnt found a good chance to pounce if they were looking for one, But she heard them rustling through the grass.
She had been in the middle of lining up her throwing knife. She had been tracking this doe for two days. finally she had stopped to eat... She winded up her arm. Felt the winds direction as she closed her eyes and steadied herself with a deep breath.
"In. Out. and throw." The words echoed in her mind. The voice kind and female but held an undertone of sternness. A teacher maybe? She didnt know. A yell both ended her concentration and startled her prey leaving it to flee at a break neck pace.
"Damnit!" The short, blonde cursed. Her eyes moving to the direction of the noise. It sounded like a girl was in trouble. Her stomach growled in protest. It had been a couple of days and her stomach was not agreeing with this new descesion to forgo something that ended in more food to help someone that may or may not have more food.
She set her jaw against the pangs and started in the direction. A taller rock than most began to manifest itself in the distance as she grew closer. A dark haired woman was surrounded by two massive dogs. Orcish war dogs. There was a massive orcish stronghold nearby. They must occasionally escape or lose their owners on hunting partys or battles. Her mind simply knew this. She didnt even need to see them.
The growls, the barks...
The stench...
She grew closer picking up speed. She could already see the dogs trying to jump to the top of the rock that was just big enough to keep the woman on the rock safe on two sides as the dogs would circle and attack randomly. It was just a matter of time before this person picked the wrong sides to be pulled down and be devoured. Ferelith did the only thing she knew to do. Her fist flew into the first dog before they even registered her presence. It did nothing but piss the creature off. They both locked eyes for a moment. The dog in shock at being struck.
Ferelith in shock that it was still standing before it pounced on her.
"Shit." She said turning to run before she thumped to the ground. The animal sinking its nasty teeth into her shoulder. She screamed in pain as it pulled her backwards by its grip on her neck jerking her about allowing its sharp teeth to only tear her flesh further. Her tattoo began to flicker a glowing blue as it released her to change its grip to a more fatal angle while the other was coming to grab her leg to pull her apart. She kicked at it and this time she sent the dog tumbling with a whine.
The one going for her neck found its mouth held open by her bare hands. Before suddenly releasing its maw allowing it to snap closed above her. drawing her knife and driving it into the top of the creatures head and used the knife like a handle to help smash her head into the massive dogs own. half crushing it to a bony pulp. She pushed the corpse off of her in time to see the second dog take its leave yipping as it receded into the grass.
Ferelith sat up slowly grabbing her shoulder which was still gushing a large amount of blood she was almost positive she did not have to lose.
"Oh gods.." She muttered as her vision started to darken. No no..Not the darkness..Not again.." She muttered her tone building in panic. A pitiful kind of panic of someone in a hopeless position.
"No no come on..Please.." She muttered her eyes beginning to lose focus. Her tattoo began to glow as her wound slowly closed.
"Oh thank the gods..ok ok..Your ok.." She muttered biting her lip at the clear pain she was enduring.
It wasnt fully healed but it had stopped bleeding..
It looked months old but still a very clear scar and signs that it was still serious. "Y-you ok ma'am?" She asked the girl that had been in trouble catching her breath. Her tone was tired and a bit rough but held a clam gentleness to it.
She still hadnt gotten a good look at the girl, but just going off the scream she must be young.
The parts of her mind that simply held only white. She knew her name..
She knew how to walk..hunt..fight..
But who had taught her or why she knew was always the point she would come up empty. She knew she could grow back parts of her self sometimes..
Instantly..sometimes..more slowly.. She had grown her leg back in less than ten seconds when a tree limb fell while she slept and broke it so badly it tor off when she woke and rolled out from under it.
But it took two weeks for a broken finger to heal before it simply snapped back into place on the 15th day.
She had started to build a camp. The sparse environment around her had mostly been tall grass and rocks.
Occasionally deer and fish had been available. The further away she got from the ocean however the more sparse and uniform her surroundings became.
Just grass and rocks with large surrounding plateaus. The nights were dark and cold. The days hot and muggy.
It had been slow going but it wasnt like she had anywhere to be...
Or maybe she did..
She didnt know. So she wandered in whatever direction foraging for the nights food lead her. The dangerous creatures here seemed to leave her alone or at least they hadnt found a good chance to pounce if they were looking for one, But she heard them rustling through the grass.
She had been in the middle of lining up her throwing knife. She had been tracking this doe for two days. finally she had stopped to eat... She winded up her arm. Felt the winds direction as she closed her eyes and steadied herself with a deep breath.
"In. Out. and throw." The words echoed in her mind. The voice kind and female but held an undertone of sternness. A teacher maybe? She didnt know. A yell both ended her concentration and startled her prey leaving it to flee at a break neck pace.
"Damnit!" The short, blonde cursed. Her eyes moving to the direction of the noise. It sounded like a girl was in trouble. Her stomach growled in protest. It had been a couple of days and her stomach was not agreeing with this new descesion to forgo something that ended in more food to help someone that may or may not have more food.
She set her jaw against the pangs and started in the direction. A taller rock than most began to manifest itself in the distance as she grew closer. A dark haired woman was surrounded by two massive dogs. Orcish war dogs. There was a massive orcish stronghold nearby. They must occasionally escape or lose their owners on hunting partys or battles. Her mind simply knew this. She didnt even need to see them.
The growls, the barks...
The stench...
She grew closer picking up speed. She could already see the dogs trying to jump to the top of the rock that was just big enough to keep the woman on the rock safe on two sides as the dogs would circle and attack randomly. It was just a matter of time before this person picked the wrong sides to be pulled down and be devoured. Ferelith did the only thing she knew to do. Her fist flew into the first dog before they even registered her presence. It did nothing but piss the creature off. They both locked eyes for a moment. The dog in shock at being struck.
Ferelith in shock that it was still standing before it pounced on her.
"Shit." She said turning to run before she thumped to the ground. The animal sinking its nasty teeth into her shoulder. She screamed in pain as it pulled her backwards by its grip on her neck jerking her about allowing its sharp teeth to only tear her flesh further. Her tattoo began to flicker a glowing blue as it released her to change its grip to a more fatal angle while the other was coming to grab her leg to pull her apart. She kicked at it and this time she sent the dog tumbling with a whine.
The one going for her neck found its mouth held open by her bare hands. Before suddenly releasing its maw allowing it to snap closed above her. drawing her knife and driving it into the top of the creatures head and used the knife like a handle to help smash her head into the massive dogs own. half crushing it to a bony pulp. She pushed the corpse off of her in time to see the second dog take its leave yipping as it receded into the grass.
Ferelith sat up slowly grabbing her shoulder which was still gushing a large amount of blood she was almost positive she did not have to lose.
"Oh gods.." She muttered as her vision started to darken. No no..Not the darkness..Not again.." She muttered her tone building in panic. A pitiful kind of panic of someone in a hopeless position.
"No no come on..Please.." She muttered her eyes beginning to lose focus. Her tattoo began to glow as her wound slowly closed.
"Oh thank the gods..ok ok..Your ok.." She muttered biting her lip at the clear pain she was enduring.
It wasnt fully healed but it had stopped bleeding..
It looked months old but still a very clear scar and signs that it was still serious. "Y-you ok ma'am?" She asked the girl that had been in trouble catching her breath. Her tone was tired and a bit rough but held a clam gentleness to it.
She still hadnt gotten a good look at the girl, but just going off the scream she must be young.