StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
Elara and finally escaped.
Or...sealed her own fate of a gruesome death.
But at this point, none of it seemed to matter as she slipped through the back lines and sprinted as fast as she could in such a weakened and malnourished state. Tossing the chipped and rusted blade that had been pride from the countless hands of dead men to the blood stained and withering grass, the woman clumsy shrugged off the overly large brestplate that was clearly built for a man. She knew that if she was caught, she would've tried for desertion. But after withstanding a siege of countless years and being forced to make one last effort, either option was suicide. And she'd rather pick the lesser of the two.
The drow kept her eyes focused on the treelike ahead of her, the only
thing that kept her moving was shear determination, fear, and the intoxicating amounts of adrenaline that coursed though her system. It grew nearer by the second, the horrific sound did battle and death being left far behind. A hopeful and excited glee filled her once she dove in between the thick oaks, the brush swallowing her and her trail whole. Pushing through blindly, Elara kept up through until she came across a small clearing that wasn't viable from the border of trees. Here she decided to rest momentarily, her breath coming in ragged gasps, chest heaving and sweat glistening upon her brow. Yet the cool air nipped fiercely at her beneath a thin, worn dress and her current somewhat panicked condition wasn't helping in the slightest. Making her way towards the neatest tree, she would slid down the trunk and rest her head. Wanting to get moving again as soon as she was able.
@Your Local Milkman
Or...sealed her own fate of a gruesome death.
But at this point, none of it seemed to matter as she slipped through the back lines and sprinted as fast as she could in such a weakened and malnourished state. Tossing the chipped and rusted blade that had been pride from the countless hands of dead men to the blood stained and withering grass, the woman clumsy shrugged off the overly large brestplate that was clearly built for a man. She knew that if she was caught, she would've tried for desertion. But after withstanding a siege of countless years and being forced to make one last effort, either option was suicide. And she'd rather pick the lesser of the two.
The drow kept her eyes focused on the treelike ahead of her, the only
thing that kept her moving was shear determination, fear, and the intoxicating amounts of adrenaline that coursed though her system. It grew nearer by the second, the horrific sound did battle and death being left far behind. A hopeful and excited glee filled her once she dove in between the thick oaks, the brush swallowing her and her trail whole. Pushing through blindly, Elara kept up through until she came across a small clearing that wasn't viable from the border of trees. Here she decided to rest momentarily, her breath coming in ragged gasps, chest heaving and sweat glistening upon her brow. Yet the cool air nipped fiercely at her beneath a thin, worn dress and her current somewhat panicked condition wasn't helping in the slightest. Making her way towards the neatest tree, she would slid down the trunk and rest her head. Wanting to get moving again as soon as she was able.
@Your Local Milkman