Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

The air suddenly seemed so much colder and the night sky so much darkerjust where was the moon?as Rhonwhyn found herself being dragged farther and farther away from Belbarren. The odd town had never seemed more inviting as she watched its silhouetted fall away from her vision as rough hands pulled and tugged her away from the lumpy bed she'd called her own for the night. Her pale eyes darted back and forth as strange sounds filled her ears causing her to tremble that much more with fright. As if things couldn't get any worse. Already the fates were laughing maniacally, probably holding her dear Brigantia hostage as they smiled wickedly at the web they'd weaved, watching her squirm as she approached the evils that lurked and loomed in the night. Just then a breeze blew, but Rhonwhyn could hardly enjoy its kiss against her skin. Instead it was biting, her flesh forming goose bumps as her flimsy blue gown ruffled and pulled at her body like a second skin. She could feel the thin material sliding against her body as the oafish man's hands wandered a bit too much as he pulled her on his way. All too soon, Rhonwhyn could see the forest looming in the distance. The trees looked like spindly witches beckoning her to Hell. Torth... where are you... Rhonwhyn looked to the man holding onto her, his grip only tightening as they approached the treeline and soon joined his band of followers. They looked upon her with malicious, toothy grins and she half wondered if their desire was to eat her. As she scanned the group, she caught sight of a woman, her head tilting in confusion. How could a woman be so bold as to be a part of such a horrendous crime against a fellow 'sister'? Surely, this could not be! Precious pearl smells of lavender, the brutish man bellowed, his hold on Rhonwhyn tight as he pulled her close to his body. He brought his nose against her cheek and inhaled deeply. A rare find indeed. Just then, his tongue darted out and he licked the girl's face causing her to both wince and whimper, her eyes beginning to tear at his bold actions. The others in the crowd only laughed at the sight of what the half-ogre man had done, but the woman just rolled her eyes. However, she did nothing to stop the 'fun' and merely made a vulgar hand gesture and waved them all on. But her distaste in their foolishness was clear. Ah, Shyra, the man said in mock affront. Been awhile. Can't blame me or any of us. Rhonwhyn's heart pounded hard, her pale eyes looking up at the man as she twisted her head slightly. Though, her vision was slightly obscured by the platinum curls that hung loosely in her face. Oh, to brush them away... but she was held fast, her arms bruising due to the hold. Wh-where is Torth? Rhonwhyn finally asked, her voice timid and soft, though despite the terror that was thick within, it still held a light, melodic tone. That the fellow you were with? the brute of a man stated more than asked. Rhonwhyn merely nodded, her eyes welling with tears to the point where one finally fell along a porcelain-pale cheek. The man just laughed uproariously. My dear lady. Lesson number one. Never trust anyone. His grin only broadened as he watched the girl's face turn stark white. Who do you think handed you over to us? Rhonwhyn felt her heart stop almost instantly. No... just no. It couldn't be true. It just could not! She refused to believe it! Shaking her head in both confusion and disbelief she looked at the man and whimpered, choking on a sob that suddenly bubbled up from within. It's all right if you cry, the woman called Shyra finally spoke from the shadows. This time. The man holding onto Rhonwhyn just smiled and laughed. Suit yourself. I like it when they cry. I've had enough. I can't wait any longer. At that, he grabbed the girl's wrist and tried to drag her away from the crowd, the others looking onsome laughing, some rolling their eyesShyra, however, just watched with cool calm and turned her back waiting for the inevitable to happen and be done while the girl began to make her protests.