Fable - Ask Two Taboos

[Taboo]

Jorg

It was a hard concept to process. The Half-Drow was raised by a hermit Fullblood and the beings she interacted with were either captured for his experiments or surface dwellers wanting to kill her.

As her wounds on her leg were evidence of all contrary, she made a gesture. “Chance equals death.” She’d hunted that Wi’tigo and saved them from being killed or turned. This was her payment.

 

[Jorg]

He shook his head, deciding that the argument probably wasn't worth having in the first place. Jorg doubted that he could change her mind even if he tried, and he wasn't exactly the best debater in the world anyway. With a shrug he dropped the subject.

"Whatever." The Mallian said, glancing at the dying fire for a few moments more and taking in a breath.

Most of his clothes had now dried, though there was still a dampness to some articles. With a shrug he added a bit more of the gathered wood to the fire. It crackled and caught, the flame growing a bit and giving off more heat. "I'm gonna sleep."

Then he would head out at dawn.

Without another word he laid down in the tiny shelter, and hunched himself into a ball.

 

[Taboo]

Jorg

Well, it appeared the cursed one would take solace in sleep. Watching him do so was weird, as he would curl up among himself. Kind of like a dog or a wolf.

Rest would do them good for them both. She still wasn't certain if she should rest or try and stay up. Persistence lasted only an hour, as stubbornness waned to the sensibility of exhaustion. Heavy of lids and head, the Half-Drow ended up passing out within the small shelter. Come morning, she would leave.

 

[Jorg]

Jorg awoke with the first light of dawn.

The sun cast a light onto the cold ground, offering some warmth besides the small whispering flame that still sat in the middle of the camp. The owl that had been hooting for most of the night was gone as far as he could tell, though nothing else moved.

A yawn escaped the werewolf, muted slightly by a hand cast over his mouth. Eyes glanced towards the Drow briefly, noting that she was still here. A slight frown touched his features for just a moment, but he decided not to wake her.

Until he heard the crunch of snow beneath a boot.

It was far off. Perhaps a hundred meters away, but the echo of it reached his hears. Then there was another one, and another.

Dozens of boots within the fresh powder.

Alarm shot through Jorg, and with a quick hand he jostled Taboo awake.

 

[Taboo]

Jorg

The sudden jolt of being shaken awake made the Half-Drow jump, red pupils widening and her hand reaching out for a blade she no longer had. Adrenaline shot through her veins, and she had an anxious expression to her face, as if she expected something to have gone wrong.

It took a few seconds to register the cursed one.

"What?"

 

[Jorg]

Jorg put a finger over his mouth as he motioned towards the wood, drawing his hand away from her mouth and frowning. "Soldiers."

He did not know if it was actually soldiers or just villagers, but...well it didn't really matter. He did not want to kill anyone, did not want to fight anyone at all. He would have preferred to just run and get out of there. Slowly he stood.

Taking two steps back he motioned towards the other side of the clearing. "Quick."

The longer they stayed the more threat there was.