Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Everything had been a whirling blur to Rhonwhyn as she laid there strewn atop the log, its branches grabbing and scratching at her tiny body as tried to twist and turn to see just what exactly was going on. Finally, she managed to slide down off the thing, though the rough bark scraped her pale and delicate skin. Wincing, her blue eyes tearing as she letting out tiny noises of pain, she fell to the ground. Her legs felt lifeless and wobbly, so very weak. Biting down on her lip, she reached for one of the branches and hoisted herself up, her gown fluidly cascading back down over her body, covering it from view. Rhonwhyn could hear the scuffles and thuds and knew that a small skirmish had broken out between the oafish man and another. But with whom? She could scarcely tell. Her eyes weren't very well adjusted to the darkness of night made darker by the trees that surrounded her and made a canopy blocking out any light the starts could hope to provide. For a brief moment, she looked up to the sky, her thoughts shifting to Brigantia. Quickly, she mumbled a soft prayer. When Rhonwhyn tried to see what was happeningafter hearing loud shots that made her fear that death had just occurredthings had suddenly gone quiet. Had the fight ended? And... who was the victor? As her teeth began to chatter, she could feel her body shudder both in fear and as a sudden chill ran along her spine. Slowly, she walked forward, taking tiny steps toward where all the horrific sounds of the fight had just taken place. A part of her wondered if she mad for daring to give in to her curiosity, but another part of her knew that trying to run or escape would end in futility. She'd only be captured again and no doubt her treatment upon retrieval would be that much worse. Oh Brigantia... Making her way through the pitch-blackness of the forest, Rhonwhyn stumbled over tree roots and finally was able to see the silhouette of someone approaching. Immediately stopped in her tracks, her hands clasping together as her slender fingers laced themselves nervously before finally moving upward to twist themselves among the loose snowy curls that hung about her petite shoulders. She was shaking, trembling, her crystal-colored eyes searching for more than just shadow as the figure approached. Meanwhile, Shyra had heard the loud shouts of Grennen, her eyes flashing almost maliciously at the sound. If she wasn't mistakenand it wasn't often that she wasshe could swear that the brute was dealing with more than a pleasure romp in the forest. She clicked her tongue in disgust that something terrible might have occurred. Could the priestess be giving him more of a fight than any of them expected? It was possible. The Sisters Trine were trained in many things. It was possible that the girl had some fire hidden beneath that pretty and dainty exterior. Perhaps... No. No. More than likely something else was going on. Not wishing to delay, she narrowed her eyes and headed for the tree line, her feet light and near soundless as she made her way toward the howling sounds she'd heard mere moments ago. Rhonwhyn swallowed hard, willing her feet to move until finally they did. Moving ever forward, she suddenly reached out into the inky dark. She had no idea who might be there, though she was sure it wasn't the bellowing brute. H-hello? she whispered, her voice wavering, almost faltering as she sniffled. Shyra made her way through the trees, she could just barely make out the figures in the distance. But the one? She could easily tell who that pretty miss was. The stark contrast of white on black, like some angel walking amidst the dungeons of Hell... how ironic! She instantly knew who that was. But why was she walking about so freely? It could only mean one thing and she didn't like the thought of that one bit. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a crumpled form. Briefly, her eyes widened. But only for a moment before they narrowed. In an instant, her mind went to one man and one man onlyTaurean.