table © Alaine
ooc: OH SHE'S RUNNING :I thread ended? you two can continue if you want, but this will be Alaine's last post :3
The two tyrants seemed gauzy in her vision. All Alaine could hear was the pulse of her own blood, thick and potent, rushing like breath through her floppy mocha ears. The slender damsel moaned softly, but the sound was lost, no more than a sigh of leaves in the clashing war-sounds of the two afar. She didn't recognize instantly the moment she was alone, but one second the demons were there, and the next they were gone - the air was still rent with their presence, like a faded mimeograph playing slowly, the memory of sunlight dancing over two brown hides and droplets of sparkling ruby.
Instinct fueled her. On trembling legs, Alaine pulled herself up the tree, her blood staining the bark like spilled wine. Clutching at her broken ribs, the fragile beauty drew herself to a stand, and swayed delicately for a moment. The thick copper of her cloak tossed in a wind that wound cold fingers against her exposed flesh. Sharp emerald eyes bore into various pines, memory scrambling with sense of direction to determine in which way she should flee. The numbness of shock salved her stinging mind, and with a definitive air, she turned back to face the wind, let it caress her face with scents of home.
Assured, the wounded female began her agonizing trek back to the Chien Hotel. Somewhere far behind her, a monster with cobalt eyes would smell her blood, and perhaps remember her as being the one who got away.
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