Thread: Tales of Fantasia ~~ Ironic and Isenhart  (Discontinued)

RE Tales of Fantasia Ironic and Isenhart Terrified. Petrified. Words did not describe how the elven female felt in this moment. Her eyes widened as all of the men gathered around her, each about to get to business with their concealed member awaiting to be let out to get a taste of her virgin beauty. In her thoracic cavity, her heart galloped similar to the sounds of the slaughter horses she heard a few days ago, racing and beating against her chest - almost demanding to pound its way out of her. Their taunts only made her take her fingers and glide them up to her hair, digging her nails into her scalp as if this was just a mere dream that she had to wake up from, shaking her head from side to side. An additional grip at the back of her hair was made, right on the spot that they brutally hit her to make her go unconscious the first time. Immediately, she wailed out painfully, taking her hands and clawing at the man that was holding her, her neck already beginning to ache. Stop it you dumb whore, you know you want it! The men immaturely chuckled at Eirika's struggles, knowing well that she couldn't do anything for herself without any help, and just right on cue, a deep unfamiliar voice came into the distance, but to Eirika she automatically thought that it was another thieve wanting a piece of her fresh flesh. As the men caught attention of the new opponent, the man that was gripping at her simply tossed her away, similar to a child throwing a toy in a random direction to pay attention to something more interesting. Her face was met with dirt, making herself more filthy than before. Simply she could use her casting spells, but the problem was, was that she lacked the strength to when she thought that she had enough. Her blurred vision turned to the handsome man that stood before her, a devilish smile playing on his lips in the same manner as the demonic piece of armor resting on his shoulder. Staying low, the only thing she could do was stay laying down, waiting patiently for what would happen next, her skin already crawling with goosebumps from the tension between the two. Steadying her breathing, she stayed quiet and listened to the man and the four men bicker back and fourth, obviously the man was unamused and waved the taunts of the men away as if an annoying fly was buzzing about in his ear. Another man came into the picture, sly like a cat and creeping up right behind the other guy, obviously on his side and heavily armored the two combined looked as if they could defeat anything and everything that was met in their path, but the idiotic men that was holding Eirika captive were too drunk enough to see this, already planning on defeating them, feeling as if they outnumbered them, but in this fight the number did not matter. Quickly, the demonic man gripped at two of the men's necks, and Eirika could of sworn she noticed their face turning as blue as a blueberry before being thrown harshly towards the cold dirt ground, leaving the other two to follow the steps again, all of the men being knocked down so effortlessly. She gasped, surprised it was so simple, making her feel weak and pathetic. As the bored demonic man yawned away, he walked towards the girl, naturally making her take her hands to shield herself from harms way, seeing what he could do to the men, imagine what he could do to her useless self. After cringing for a short moment, she peeked her eyes through a crack in her arms and seen that he was extending a hand, not to hurt her but to help her up. At a leisurely pace, she took her hand and reached it up to grip at his strong and firm hand, hard with calluses and cracks, lifting her up on her two feet. She swayed a bit back and fourth, her legs shaking slightly from being so weak. T-Thank you f-for t-th-that... She stuttered out, her breath trailing in the dark forest leaving a trail of her evaporating words. In her head, she wanted to embrace the two in a hug, thanking them deeply for their heroic acts, but she was unsure to trust them or not what if they were there to capture her too? But something inside of her told her to trust these two men, knowing that they will do more good than harm to her. I am n-not sure if you know o-or not but any news on t-the k-kingdom? Her voice was starting to falter, her body shook tremendously, more out of fear than the cold that was sweeping against her smooth skin. She figured that they would know, but it wouldn't hurt to ask to know the current status of how things were doing deep in the town. What made the people began to out pour in hate and violence? She wouldn't blame them for the selfish acts of the King and Prince, knowing well that they were greedy and probably corruptive. Again, thank you... She sighed out, wanting to almost weep at her freedom.