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- Dec 2, 2012
The rustling as the gentle breeze carressed the leaves, the occasional crunch as her boots fell upon a fallen twig, the sound of panting as her lungs continued to burn under the strain of her escape. The young woman had lost track of the amount of time that had passed since the guards had found her, since she'd begun to run. Minutes? Hours? The sun was already starting to dip below the distant horizon, bathing the shrouded forest in a distinct orange hue, and though Len had a hunch that those after her had long since given up the young lady's legs refused to stop. Her pale hands clenched at the tattered cloak around her form, her dark brown eyes (now weighed down by bags) constantly flickering about. It'd been days since she'd even had a chance to fully rest, without the worry of being caught weighing down on her mind. She'd managed to grab a quick nap at the inn back in the last village, but even then that had been cut short when that damned bounty hunter arrived. What little energy she'd gained back was quickly wasted once more during escape, and by this point Len was almost positive that she didn't have much left in her.
She slowed for a brief moment, pressing her back up against the nearest tree and gently closing her eyes. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch a breath, a clammy hand wandered upwards to brush a clump of sweat black hair from her eyes. It moved downwards moments after, gently brushing against her stomach. She could feel the Mark burning upon her belly, it was what gave her away. Drawn across her stomach, it seemed like nothing more than a tattoo to the naked eye. And yet, a closer glance would reveal the magic surging through it. All mages bore one, and it was if nothing a fine indicator of their status. As if things weren't worse enough, what felt like a fever had begun to course through her. Her bones ached, her skull feeling as though someone had taken a hammer to it. A lack of (proper) food and drink probably didn't help matters either, and though she would've loved to stop and sleep for at least a bit the ostracized mage knew better. Though her trackers had probably given up, at least for now, she knew better than to take the risk. If they found her...
Len shuddered.
With a slight grunt, she'd pushed herself up off the tree, legs feeling like jelly as she refocused her attention on the path ahead. Keeping her cloak tightly wrapped around her body, the tunic beneath it stained with sweat, the girl began to move once more. Nearly at her limit, she half-ran/half-stumbled forward...seemingly only moments away from passing on out. Night was coming soon, and she needed...she needed...
Her vision began to swim, the trees slowly devolving into brown blobs.
She couldn't stop now...
And yet, her body thought differently. Exhaustion finally took its toll, and with a faint thump the girl hit the ground, unconscious.
She slowed for a brief moment, pressing her back up against the nearest tree and gently closing her eyes. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch a breath, a clammy hand wandered upwards to brush a clump of sweat black hair from her eyes. It moved downwards moments after, gently brushing against her stomach. She could feel the Mark burning upon her belly, it was what gave her away. Drawn across her stomach, it seemed like nothing more than a tattoo to the naked eye. And yet, a closer glance would reveal the magic surging through it. All mages bore one, and it was if nothing a fine indicator of their status. As if things weren't worse enough, what felt like a fever had begun to course through her. Her bones ached, her skull feeling as though someone had taken a hammer to it. A lack of (proper) food and drink probably didn't help matters either, and though she would've loved to stop and sleep for at least a bit the ostracized mage knew better. Though her trackers had probably given up, at least for now, she knew better than to take the risk. If they found her...
Len shuddered.
With a slight grunt, she'd pushed herself up off the tree, legs feeling like jelly as she refocused her attention on the path ahead. Keeping her cloak tightly wrapped around her body, the tunic beneath it stained with sweat, the girl began to move once more. Nearly at her limit, she half-ran/half-stumbled forward...seemingly only moments away from passing on out. Night was coming soon, and she needed...she needed...
Her vision began to swim, the trees slowly devolving into brown blobs.
She couldn't stop now...
And yet, her body thought differently. Exhaustion finally took its toll, and with a faint thump the girl hit the ground, unconscious.