Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

In Hushed Whispers (1×1 with Jikkah)

After walking for such a long time, she found a camp out here in the woods. Maybe not the camp just yet but she could definitely see the fire that had been built.
 
Megohime had a horribly fever, barely able to stay up on her feet, but the two tents in the clearing looked so inviting. From what she could tell, only one was currently occupied, the other lit inside, but empty. She moved slowly to the tent, peering inside before quickly slipping inside. Her stomach rumbled and her body ached for Lyrium. Quickly digging through the bag in the corner, she found what she wanted the most; a bottle of Lyrium.
 
She didn't realize she was sucking it down until the bottle had suctioned to her lips. It made her aching body feel so much better; and there was so much.
 
Relief washed over her as she downed the entire bottle, then another, hands shaking as she took bottle after bottle from the bag, grateful she had found Lyrium after so long.
 
"Hey!" A rough hand grabbed her by the hair and tugged her hard out of the tent. It was a templar; had Alessio found her already?
 
She dropped the third bottle, letting out a cry of surprise as she was dragged from the tent and into the clearing. “Let go..!” She demanded.
 
"Disgusting abomination!"
"What's going on, Kojurou?" The other tent opened to reveal a young man, maybe only a little older than she was.
 
Megohime’s eyes were wide, the rain already soaking her hair again, heart pounding in her chest. She tore free of Kojurou’s leaving a clump of hair in his hand as she scrambled to get away, determined to not go back to Alessio. No, she’d never let the Templar’s take her back to that hell.
 
His words fell on deaf ears, Megohime was too afraid to stop and chat, running hard again through the dense undergrowth, her raw feet being torn even more to shreds, breathing heavily as she burst out of the tree line and into a clearing near a river; she couldn’t see it, but she could hear the quick moving water.
 
"Hang on! Wait! There's a river there!" Masamune called, trying to hurry after her. But Kojurou was much faster, despite being in such heavy templar armor. He skirted around Masamune and rushed up on Megohime, unsheathing his sword quickly.
 
Last edited:
Megohime heard the sword be pulled from its sheath and panicked, rushing forward in a sprint again, but quickly fell. The cold of the water shocked her, making her skin hurt and her limbs go numb, the strong current quickly dragging her down by her cloak.
 
Two steps into the water, and it was already knee high. He could see a dark shape beneath the water, yet he didn’t see or hear her resurface. The torch he carried shone little light out onto the inky water, but he could still manage to see some.
 
There, just a few feet away he could see the fabric of her cloak billow you from beneath the water. The water was so cold, cold and strong, pushing her around like a leaf. She had tried to swim back up, but she had never swam before, and she was only flailing her arms and legs. She tried to put her feet against the bottom, but found nothing, lungs aching for air.
 
Masamune reached with both hands and grabbed her cloak, pulling with all his might and back peddling out of the water to get her out.
 
The fabric was heavy, but soon the weight lightened and the woman who was trying to run from them was on shore, choking and gagging on water.
 
Megohime was too busy hacking up river water to give him a response, then she saw Kojurou again. “Not going back..!” She wheezed.
 
She felt strange, limbs heavy and jaw not working like she wanted it to. “Won’t go..” She mumbled out, then her vision went black. Megohime fell forward, eyes rolling back into her head, lips blue from the cold, shivering from her soaked clothes.
 
"Whoa!" Masamune caught her and made a noise before hauling her back.
"She's an abomination."
"Blow it out your ass, Kojurou." Masamune hissed.
 
Her clothes were sopping wet, torn and filthy, but it was clear they were fine garments. The dress she wore had no back, and he could feel that there was something rough on her back. In the lantern light in his tent, he could see sparkles adorning her cheeks below her eyes, small gems. Were they aquamarines? No, they looked like they were protruding from her skin. Her flesh was feverish to the touch, even with having been just pulled from the frigid river water.
 
He was embarrassed but he had to get her wet clothes off. He took her large cloak off first, trying to wring it out as best as he could but it was so heavy.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom