Thread: Gone and Back Again Dreams and Reality (Wolvenrogue and Lagertha)

The figure was blurry, but it resembled a rabid dog the way it seemed to dash towards her. She had wondered if she was dying, if that was what this was. She was uncertain. shild could feel the sun beating on her back, beating the pale flesh. Of course, her flesh seemed tanned in the light of day, but she could feel it was burnt, and bruised. She felt sore, throbbing, her head was spinning, and...how long had it been since she had ate or drank? She could still feel the scratching of salt water pouring down her throat. shild was too weak to fight with the man as he rolled her over easily. The necklace, silver dolphins holding onto a single white pearl, was pressed against her collarbone. Her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. shild's bra had been destroyed in the wreckage, and her shirt was nothing more than shreds. Compared to her back, her chest was extremely pale, close to the color of beige. Her large full breasts were perky mounds on her chest, small tannish pink nipples trying to greet him. The girl seemed to not notice she was half naked, or the fact this man was naked and looking at her. She could not seem to tell that her slit was exposed to him through a cut through her shorts and panties. All shild knew was..something was on the beach with her. She had passed out briefly when he picked her up. Minor wounds lined her body, a few cuts here and there, but of course the girl had been protected from the majority of the blows because of her mother's embrace. She was sleeping, dreaming of the birds that were chirping as he carried her through shade towards a stream. The stream crashing against rocks, babbling really, and the sound of twigs breaking under him stirred her slightly. It was when she was put in the cold water that she jerked awake. shild's gold eyes looked at the man, trying to make sense of what was happening as she grabbed him. At first, she had thought she was going under water again, but her head was being held up. She could feel his hand, washing away the bites of sand that clung to her. shild looked at him, tensing, her head jerking around a bit disorientated. Wha...ere...om..? shild's lips were cracked, dry, and it stung to talk. She grabbed her throat trying to rub away the roughness as she looked at him again. Who the hell was he? Where the hell was she at? She relaxed her other hand, before noting something had been in it. Quickly shild grabbed the shred of clothing and lifted it out of the water. The small motion was painful, some fingernail marks were left on her forearms, but the most disturbing part of it was recognizing that shred of clothing. Purple, blue and yellow smalls cats on it, a single white button on the small scrape. Ah.. shild could briefly remember being under water, her mother clinging to her, clawing at her skin as she was torn away, and her grabbing her mother's shirt and tearing it. She could remember screaming...and now she was here? W...o...r...u? shild tried gulping, but it only made the sting worse as she tried to ask the man who he was. She was still half out of it, trying to grasp the situation and fully come to. Still the girl was weak, tired, beaten, and this strange man with his wild mane of blond hair both on his head, his beard, and chest, was the only thing that seemed to be here.