Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

For a brief, glimmering moment, Sasha thought that she would be safe. Even animals thought twice about pursuing their prey once one of their number was injured. So as the beast slid off the end of her sword, she expected to hear the creatures calling a retreat...not to be knocked into her ass by an infuriated animal. Get off! The young blacksmith growled and tried to fight, but the girl wasn't much good at grappling. GAHHHH! Sasha howled in pain as claws suddenly dug into her shoulders, piercing her unarmored flesh. Tears pricked her eyes and her first instinct was to freeze - she knew that if she moved, the claws would rip at her muscles and skin and filet her alive. But soon enough she realized that with this snarling, hissing, savage beast mere inches from her face, that if she didn't move that she would die, the animal perched atop her would kill her. So she fought, with everything she had, kicking and struggling, huffing and barely holding herself together as pain streaked through her entire body. Of course the blacksmith, as strong as she was from working metals all day, was not trained in the art of hand to hand combat. Before she knew it, the creature had managed to wrench her arms above her head and was binding her wrists together. Now with fear truly setting in, Sasha truly struggled for everything she was working, kicking for as long as her legs were free and then squirming when they were bound as well. The last thing she saw was a pair of angry yellow eyes seeming to pierce her soul before a harsh strike was delivered to her head, rendering the blacksmith unconscious. -------- Nnngff... Sasha groaned as she awoke, her head throbbing from the blow, her shoulders searing with pain from the claws...but the pain was comparable to when she used to burn herself over the forge when she was an apprentice blacksmith. Slowly, her bright blue eyes opened to take stock of her current situation...which was not good, not at all. Once she noticed that she was naked, bound, and apparently off the ground and in a tree, the young blacksmith began to struggle against her bindings, hissing softly in pain as she stretched the cuts on her shoulders open again. But still, she struggled despite the fact that she was hurting herself in the process. What else could she do? She needed to get out of here! She wasn't afraid of heights but hell, she hadn't been up a tree since she was a kid. And the fact that she was naked, alone, vulnerable, and wounded just made her struggle all the harder. A soft voice urging her to calm down made her head snap up so quickly that she felt dizzy. No Cooperate?! She wasn't going to cooperate! She had seen what these monsters had done to the band of mercenaries that she had been traveling with. Now she was a prisoner and this one expected her to cooperate?!?! Sasha eyed the female looking creature warily as it got up and approached her, the young smith unconsciously curling in upon herself, trying to hide her nakedness from the monster that stood before her. I have murdered no one. The young smith bristled at the very idea that she would murder anyone or anything. Murderers killed for pleasure, murderers were heartless fiends or insane psychopaths. Sasha killed to defend herself or her home land. And even when she hunted, she killed for the sake of food, not for the sake of a trophy. I was defending myself from you...creatures. But you, you all are the murderers. How can you murder over 50 soldiers who are merely trying to find a path through this pass?! And this was what Sasha could not comprehend how could anyone lay claim to this area of land? There were no cities here! No resources besides the trees! No clearings for farms! Sasha pursed her lips and looked away from the creature as it came close with the waterskin. Although her throat was parched and her body cried out for liquids to replace all the blood she had lost, she refused to drink because she did not trust the animal. The creature gave its name and Sasha, having always been taught to not be rude and figuring that there would be no harm in giving her name, responded, I am called Smithy, for that is my trade, but my given name is Sasha.