What are you hiding? [Open!]
Aug 10, 2015 13:02:51 GMT
Post by number11train on Aug 10, 2015 13:02:51 GMT
Gwen didn’t look back as she felt Haeton spring into a run beside her and then accelerate past, charging straight into the man in front of them like a runaway train. Whoa! Her mouth opened and, despite what he had yelled at her, her pace faltered for a second when he failed to resume his spot next to her. Whoa whoa whoa—
Hardly thinking – never one to think her decisions through anyway – she swiftly turned her hesitation into full-on spinning back around to grab him again. As she did, her vision finally seemed to recover enough of its colour and contrast perception to notice that hey, Haeton’s skin colour wasn’t actually all that wood elf-y, was it, it was kind of too...
Dark, the word barely formed in her head before some force – someone’s arm? – yanked her around the waist and pulled her clean off her feet. With a loud squawk, she kicked her feet and elbows wildly around herself until something white and painful seemed to explode in the side of her skull, knocking her ability to move straight out of her head. Wh—
It took a second for her to register that she’d been hit – probably with something blunt, but who knew – and another to realise she was now sort of slumping awkwardly in... the arms of whoever had been grabbing her. Wow. Wow this was kind of really not good, wasn’t it. This angle couldn’t be healthy for her neck. Also what a weird feeling this was, it was like she couldn’t remember how to move. Also also, where was Haeton? Hopefully in a less uncomfortable position.
Through the stunned haze of her thoughts, Gwen heard a gravelly voice – not Haeton’s – remark above her, “Should I finish this ‘un off?” and then another one, more articulate and somewhere to the side, reply, “Probably. But hey, come check out this one first! An ashy little dark elf, you don’t get to see these around much, especially nowadays. Get a gander while you can.”
With their foot, the chattier person who was speaking prodded the side of Haeton’s head, both to point at him and see if he would react. “You’re a bit far from home, aren’t you?” they addressed the elf now, tone mocking and unkind.
Hardly thinking – never one to think her decisions through anyway – she swiftly turned her hesitation into full-on spinning back around to grab him again. As she did, her vision finally seemed to recover enough of its colour and contrast perception to notice that hey, Haeton’s skin colour wasn’t actually all that wood elf-y, was it, it was kind of too...
Dark, the word barely formed in her head before some force – someone’s arm? – yanked her around the waist and pulled her clean off her feet. With a loud squawk, she kicked her feet and elbows wildly around herself until something white and painful seemed to explode in the side of her skull, knocking her ability to move straight out of her head. Wh—
It took a second for her to register that she’d been hit – probably with something blunt, but who knew – and another to realise she was now sort of slumping awkwardly in... the arms of whoever had been grabbing her. Wow. Wow this was kind of really not good, wasn’t it. This angle couldn’t be healthy for her neck. Also what a weird feeling this was, it was like she couldn’t remember how to move. Also also, where was Haeton? Hopefully in a less uncomfortable position.
Through the stunned haze of her thoughts, Gwen heard a gravelly voice – not Haeton’s – remark above her, “Should I finish this ‘un off?” and then another one, more articulate and somewhere to the side, reply, “Probably. But hey, come check out this one first! An ashy little dark elf, you don’t get to see these around much, especially nowadays. Get a gander while you can.”
With their foot, the chattier person who was speaking prodded the side of Haeton’s head, both to point at him and see if he would react. “You’re a bit far from home, aren’t you?” they addressed the elf now, tone mocking and unkind.