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@Solaire -------------------------
The city was on fire- and it wasn't her fault.
It had been a day like every other day; cold, crisp and autumn. Winter winds threatened, causing each heavy breath she took to flutter out in white, wispy puffs. Earlier, she had been irritated by the chill, but now she was near gracious as it felt wonderful against her sweaty flesh, even if each breath felt like the cold was rubbing it raw.
Before this moment....
She had been shopping for a new dress. The one she wore now, in fact, and had been beaming over the joyous feeling of a new, silk and velvet dress that hugged her form in sweet teal colors and amplified her femininity and glittering color of her eyes. Hey- it wasn't her fault that she liked attention, even if it never got her much of any where.. not that she had been
allowed.On the bright side, after such an incursion, at least she was alive.
"Always the optimist," she muttered to herself, trembling as she remained within her top-sided cage, which during some point in her apparent kidnapping had toppled over a hill side, smashed a few good times against jutting rocks and thick, old trees before a heavy
crack secured it teetering over the remains of the mountain side.
Her would be kidnappers were in a hurry, charged by a massive assault from the army as they raced away with her from the burning city. It was under siege- a terrible sight that smelled god awful as she coughed and wheezed, even a mile or so out of town as the wooden prison she was in bounced violently behind a horse drawn carriage. They took a turn too sharply, hurriedly trying to remain out of the view of the damn military who was hell bent in a chase-
And that was all she could remember. Dangerous turns, a sudden- was it an explosion? And then the jail cart she was in was thrown loose and....
It seemed it wasn't her lucky day.
A mountain side, she decided, as gravity tugged he dark hair over her shoulders and dangling down before her as she trembled with knees on the thick, wooden poles of the wheeled cage; that was definitely more cliff than hill. She swallowed thickly, careful not to move as her large eyes surveyed the damage and took in the very scary and very real detail of the situation she was in.
It didn't matter if she looked left or right, she was, for the most part- in deep shit. She drew in a breath and exhaled slowly.
"Okay..." she swallowed again, closing her lips as she tried to conjure any type of logical thought. "Well..." she shivered. Her entire body was trembling. "I'm alive.. at least.."
.. For now. She shivered when she heard the wooden cage creak.
Her eyes moved around to survey just what happened. The fall, it seemed, dented only the part of the damn cage that teetered over a massive tree, that jutted out from an old rock sunk deep and thickly into the earth. She attempted to move, just to see how sturdy she was from resuming a fall back to her doom. When she attempted to move her hand- even briefly, she winced and shot her gaze leftward to see a large, snapped in half piece of wood jutting out of her arm-
and her arm, was coated thickly in her blood, fresh and dirtied from the fall.
She grit her teeth and swore between them. Lady like talk could take a hike, now that she knew she had a gruesome injury, she continued swearing a few more times before checking the rest of herself over. It seemed her dress tore and there was blood here or there, but thankfully no other injuries except her arm.
"Of course on the day I get a new dress," she muttered.
Sighing, she swiped at something that tickled at her face and froze-
the hand that just wiped her face was now coated in blood.
A. Lot. Of. Blood.
She released a trembling breath, that came out in a long stream of fluttering white autumn breath. She swallowed thickly again and closed her eyes, now feeling the pain seering across her skull.
"Well, since the fall didn't kill me," she told herself cheerfully through a trembling, chilled breath. "The bleeding most definitely will." She laughed in spite of it all, an empty but desperate sound. "At least I'll die in a new dress."
But then she heard something- something stirring above her. She went still, and then goosebumps raced down her skin.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Up above her... she could hear them.
Them. Her would be kidnappers or whatever!
'The cage is hanging off the cliff!' she heard one of them call.
'We must retrieve her before the army finds us!' another hissed.
She grit her teeth, her hands shaking as she tried to hold in a breath, heart beating rapidly as she tried to think of what to do...
When a rope dropped down beside her from above.
'You've got to be kidding me!' she thought, eyes following the dangling rope, all the way, way, way up to the top of the cliffside road.
Turning away, she peered over at the door to her cage. It was bent, godawfully bent, but perhaps it had come unlocked during her fall?
Testing each crawled step, she made her way over towards it and fussed about-
"Really!? The locks are jammed?"
She gave an angered kick to the door and yelped when the entire cage she was in teetered. And Hyathia D'al Asarot went very, very still- a hand clasping over her lips to keep herself from shouting again.
She heard their voices carrying from up above.
"Hear that?" The men were shushing.
"Sounds like the girl is alive."