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

RE Tales of Fantasia Ironic and Isenhart A giant gust of cold autumn air gracefully danced in the horrid night, the bitter coldness waking up Princess Eirika slowly but surely from unconsciousness. Her eyes were sealed shut, as if glue had been binding the two lids together, daring them to separate. Her head felt as if it was swimming in the crystal clear lake that was right out back in her very home, but suddenly she remembered that home was where she was not, and an instant pain shuddered her down to her very bones her head right by her neck ached horribly. The girl groaned somewhat, her hand gradually reaching up to feel the bump, the rough texture of dry blood skidded against her soft pale fingertips. She could feel the dried blood already clotted up in her beautiful gray hair, now dirty and knotted. Trying again, she managed to open her eyes, a neon green hue lighting up. Her eyes began to search around, hungry to see where she now was, remembering only a few scattered parts of what happened to her right before she fell into a deep sleep, lord only knows how long she has been asleep. She was alone in a tent, outside deep into the forest, most likely where many dared to come to. Finally in a flash, she remembered what happened to her. Everything began to make sense, and quickly she looked down, taking note that all of her precious jewelry was now gone, but her tattered wedding dress was still fitted against her slim body, reminded her of the Prince that scurried away. Some man. She muttered to herself, hoping selfishly that he found his way dead in the hands of the men that killed his father. Outside the tent she heard the crackling of a fire, and a group of men laughing and joking around. She wanted to go outside and see what they were up to, but already she knew just what they were aware of, and decided to keep her mouth shut for now, taking her arms and crossing them over to help keep herself a bit warm. Her stomach turned and twirled at the men outside, wondering herself why the men did not kill her, but she already figured out why, just she did not want to admit up to it. Quietly she wondered to herself how her parents were doing and if they were still even alive as she thought of this. With a trembling lower lip, she bit at it with her top teeth to fight back the tears that begged to stream down her red cheeks. Suddenly, the zipper began to move against the tent that she was in, and Eirika froze in her tracks, holding her breath almost and readying herself for battle if something terrible was about to happen to her. Her hands lifted away from her warms and was now placed by her side, curling into tiny balls of fists the pressure so much that it began to turn her knuckles white. A man in a black V-hooded cape appeared into the tent, holding up a lantern to provide a source of light, most likely to get a better look at her and her shivering body. A mischievous smirk took place on his lips, pale looking and chapped. Hey there Princess, us men are feeling kind of hungry, want to join us for dinner? He chuckled to himself, his eyes dark and full of lies and lust. Eirika wasn't stupid, and she knew what he meant. Silently she sat there, her green eyes glaring at him even though she wasn't saying a word, you could ready so much of what she thought in her eyes and body language. His eyes continued to stare at her, eventually looking at her entire body, licking his chapped lips as he done so. Come with me. He demanded, reaching forward and gripping at her bicep muscle and tugging her harshly towards him, making her press up against his body. Her head swayed and ached more, feeling as if she was about to hit unconsciousness again. His breath reeked of alcohol, and he smelt musky and dirty. Her face cringed, but she knew it would be best to not fight it and to save her energy for when she needed it the best. As the mysterious man took her arm, he pushed the tent entrance slit away and walked the two out, his grip tightened and she almost wanted to wail out in pain, but she bit the inside of her cheek to hush herself from letting the cry out of her rosy pink lips. Three other men sat on a pile of wood, each having a mug of beer in there hand. The chattering fell quiet once they seen Eirika walk into view, their eyes quickly glanced all over her body, getting a good idea of what to do to her, each looking at one another and laughing at the fun time they will be having here soon. Eirika swallowed the lump that was in her throat, her hands still clenched and ready to fight, but now was not the time, and she sensed it. Come here slut! One of the men said as he patted his lap, a smirk coming from his lips. The man that was gripping at her arm took his grip away, and pushed her harshly towards the man that was patting his lap, her body jumping and landing against the man, almost knocking the breath right out of her lungs. It's time to get you on your knees... She chuckled, his hands fumbling already towards his zipper. Already she felt tears stinging her eyes, and she couldn't help it anymore but to let them flow freely. As soon as the man seen that sparkle of light in the tear, his hand violently slammed against her cheek, making her fall towards the ground. I'll give you something to cry about, bitch! He yelled at her, yet smiled and took pride of what he just did and said. Fear consumed her, her hand slowly hovering over the cheek that he slapped, shocked that he even did that just for her crying. And right then and there, she knew she would not get out of there alive.