Thread: Another Life {Cheshire Smirk & Blinkk}

The slap to the face was enough to get his point across bit the punch was too much. Lea doubled over with a silent cry of pain, his words ringing through her mind. It was intense as her body was already racked with injury. The sudden spitting only added insult to that. He sounded as if he was ready to gut her right there and even parade around with her entrails just to show off his victory. The change in the hounds forced her to wince, ready to suffer the wrath of whoever could draw that much command to them. Lea never thought she would see it in such a way, but Vallios' voice was a blessing. If anyone would save her, it would be him. A sob shook her as a searing pain washed over her, beginning at her strained arms and travelling swiftly through her unprotected body. With the gust of wind came more ash, whipping around the scene as it played out in front of her. The priestess did her best to remove the strain, pressing her back against the wall of the still standing building to take away as much pain as she could, despite the broken wood splintering against her back. It was surprisingly less painful than the tug on her arms and the punch to the stomach... which was really saying something as she could feel it ripping at her back. But she held still, waiting for a hint of freedom from the torture that seemed to be spreading out in front of her. The warrior seemed to be threatening them with some sort of passage... she couldn't even begin to guess what it is, but the idea of being without a weapon obviously shook them. The two wandered away with their tails tucked between their legs, leaving Lea practically pleading in front of Vallios. He removed her temporary prison, which allowed the priestess to slowly lower her arms and cover herself the best she could with her hands. Despite all the heat that was now surrounding them, she was chilled to the bone, refusing to meet the warrior's eyes as she approached her clothing and began to shift through the pile to see what all was left. Not much... but she found enough to cover herself, wrapping it in an awkward way around her thin body enough to give her some sort of cover. Even then, she ordered herself not to look at him. She could feel not only a bruise forming on her stomach, but the nervous and unpleasant twists grow stronger, forcing her a few steps away before she fell to her knees just in time for her stomach to rebel against her onto the chilled stone of the streets. Typically, Lea saw herself as a strong member of her gender. Someone who could stand up to so much without fail, take a beating and refused to let weaknesses such as blood or death bother her. She wasn't afraid of getting dirty or getting into a hand to hand practice fight with one of the town guards for fun. In fact she enjoyed it more than that. But now, with all the weight of the world on her shoulders, the young woman was ready to crack. She told herself to refuse to in front of the warrior to show that she was strong and still had some fight left in her, but as each moment passed, her defenses began to break down, refusing to let her see herself as a confidant human being any more. That frightened her more than anything. The shock was still on her, making it impossible for her to really think about what had happened in the city other than mass destruction. The fine details of her murdered father and the missing women and children would set in soon enough. She had more important matters to attend to first before she could worry about that. And certainly before she could worry about herself and her own pain. Again, the girl rose to her feet, stumbling again, but catching herself before she fell over. With a wince, she leaned down, picking up the rest of her clothing, gripping it close to her chest as if her life depended on it. Maybe if she survived this she could make it into something better. She'd be lucky if she had spare time enough to do such a thing, but nothing was stopping her from hoping she could. She took in a shallow breath and released it, listening to her rips rattle from the solid punch the warrior had given her, before finally lifting her eyes to Vallios. All I ask is that my death is swift. That's why he was there, after all, to end her life like they had done to the rest of her city. Her voice was quivering in fear, despite her every effort to hide it from the man. She attempted to swallow the lump in her throat only to fail and quickly give up, another tear attempting to clear a path down her cheek. Your monsters took my father from me. I only wish to be wish to be with him as soon as I can...