Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

A cloaked figure ran through the halls. Two half orc creatures followed after her only a few paces behind. A delicate hand held the hood down but out of her eyes and despite the cloth she still moved silently and effortlessly. Her feet made no noise on the stone but her pursuers made enough noise for both parities. At first she had tried to find the usual halls back out but that was becoming harder and harder. So many corridors where beginning to confuse her at this speed and her mind could not focus more than to run. She knew she was lost but she could not stop now. She really was not sure if she was in trouble again or if this had been some kind of test. Okay so she really was not suppose to be in the dungeons being nosy, but never had they chased her this far through the black corridors. This time she had not gone down to play, but a voice had called to her. She could not identify it but it called her name and it was so soft that she could not refuse. At some point the orcs caught her and so the game was on. Something was down there, someone, more than her usual plays toys and apparently she must have gotten too close. Then again maybe the Dark God simply got tired of letting her down there. Some time ago she had learned how to go down to the dungeons and some of the creatures where very fun to play with or torture. For the most part no one ever bothered her except on occasion when she might try to play with the wrong one. Even that was no more than being chased from the dungeons for the day or night. And she was always back with a few days like nothing had happened. She had never met her lord but she knew of him well and surely he must have known about her as well though he never called on her. with her games she thought he must mind overly much if he had never had any more done than her chased away. She didnt think patience was high on his list of good qualities. Despite the normal beatings, torture and such she pretty much was left alone for what reason she was unsure. It had always set her on edge but she tried not to let it get to her. As most of his servants she had some training though most of hers consisted of flying or running. Someone, maybe it was her mother she could barely remember for sure had taught her some of the finer points to torture and games. By time anyone paid any attention to her they were chasing her. It often seemed she meant little or nothing to any of his other servants, which was fine by her. She had two options from there, stay still try and fight then get beat or to run. As a child she had learned to fight but her skills were lacking compared to some of the others and though stubborn the pain did eventually break her will enough to let her flee. Well she was well broke and willing to serve but she still had trouble standing still to let someone hit her. She guessed, surely, the Dark God had a purpose for her someday because those without a purpose were useless and normally discarded. To date she thought he had been kind enough to her if only because her wings where still intact. The only thing she had of value was her wings in which she had been born with. The corridors where too small for her wings to be of any use so she ran. Now she was becoming scared, the chase was wearing on her and she guessed they did not mean to simply talk with her. She had been too fortunate so far for anything good to come of them catching her. As her strength was starting to wane she finally started to recognize things again but her direction was not good as far as she was concerned. Her only though was whether they had purposely chased her here or if her own ignorance and fear and lead her feet. A hard left turn led her to another and only her outstretched hands saved her from hitting the wall so hard. A few feet more and she barely missed two men in the hall. She managed to slide past them though in her attempt not to hit either she tripped herself in her cloak and hit her knees hard before skidding into the wall. The men seemed alarmed and she scrambled to her feet in time to see the orcs nearly stopped into their tracks. Apparently they did not think to try and get past these men as she had. She was not sure if she was suppose to run or if they had enough. She didnt even have enough sense to stammer an apology for interrupting the men for nearly running them over. Watching the orcs for a moment her back against the wall, all of the pain started to sink into her conscious mind. Slipping back to her knees her vision blurred some and her breath came in heavy sobs. Coughing between breaths and sobs her mind felt like it did after one of the lessons, somewhere between death and breaking. She had been foolish and the chase had taken too much out of her. Never had she ran for so long and her stomach was trying to turn and empty. She managed to sop herself if only because she knew the punishment. Something on the unconscious level told her if the orcs ran from the two nearby she might do well to do the same, only her body wouldnt respond. The hood of her cloak shielded her face as she rocked on her knees trying to calm her body and mind long enough to maybe function.