Thread: Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

This all had to be a bad dream, a very strange yet tangible nightmare that she would wake from at any moment. Yes, that had to be what it was - none of this could actually be real! Despite how pleasant this idea sounded, nor how much she wished that she were curled beneath the warm sheets of her spacious bed, surrounded by familiarity and safety, Eleanor was not stupid nor given to wild flights of fancy. She was standing in an unfamiliar room, god only knows where, with a strange floating spectre criticising her for fear and caution that were born of youth and inexperience. Small shivers hand begun to seize hold of the teen's body, causing her to wrap her arms a little tighter about her body. Despite the arms that lay strategically over her form, there was still very much to look at particularly in the way the girl half turned away from the shadow, perhaps believing this gave her slightly more privacy. The soft flesh so openly revealed was pale, but not entirely without colour for the sun's rays had kindled a slight warmth into it, providing a healthy but minimal tan. Dainty toes curled against the cold stone beneath small feet, slender legs supporting the girl's slight weight evenly - muscles toned and flesh lacking a great deal of excess fat. Before a hand had fallen to cover it, a small neat forest of curls, a touch darker than the flaming locks upon her head, had marked the junction of her thighs and, of course, the top of the Princess' womanhood. The subtle swell of her hips gave a distinctly feminine curve to Eleanor's figure before slopping inward again slightly. A flat expanse of flesh extended upward toward the girl's chest, firm muscle shifting beneath with each subtle movement, while a small delicate navel lay within the centre of it all. Her breasts were modest in that they were neither overly large nor frustratingly small a generous handful of flesh for each, the orbs of sensitive flesh topped with a pale pink nipples, slightly hardened by the coolness in the air. As for the offending arms that lay so deliberative within the way of an appreciative eye taking in the body as a whole, it was as slender and shapely as the rest of her figure, some strength evident within her biceps while still maintaining an entirely feminine shape. Eli's eyes never left the apparition, tracking its movements as it drifted toward the nearby wardrobe and some how guided the door open. Clothes. Yes, she should get dressed. It would make no sense freezing to death once she had finally escaped this room and this-...what had the shadow called it? A fortress? The cold touch to her foot drew a brief cry from her lips as she jerked her foot back and inched away again, careful to keep some distance between them. If she could not fend off the spectre then she could certainly keep her distance. Keeping a wide berth, the girl inched her way around and then toward the now opened wardrobe. She had just reached the item of furniture, just drawn a hand away to reach for the nearest item of clothing when she froze. A flesh-eating demon?! Out there, somewhere within the fortress? Eleanor's eyes widened, sparing a brief and fearful glance toward the still closed door. She had no reason to doubt the ghost-like being, why would she? A day or so before she would have scoffed at the idea of a the floating shadow that lurked not far from her, now the Princess could near enough believe anything was real. Suddenly the idea of leaving this room did not seem as appealing as it had done seconds before, yet the girl still snatched at the first item of clothing her hand came in contact with. Not even sparing it a glance, Eli hurriedly pulled the fabric over her bared skin, clearly keen to regain some form of modesty, though just how much such a garment would provide remained to be seen.