26.Aug.12, 11:45 PM
She heard the voices first; an animal snarling and growling. Hissing like an upset feline- a big feline.. like those rumored to stalk the night here in the South. But the second voice was human distinct masculine. She moaned, struggling to make her limbs make sense of their positions. Where was she?
She blinked her eyes. The mis-matched colors, blue-grey flickered and fluttered as she trying to make te world focus. She saw double. Two men.. and then-focus. THere were two men. Sanderon-- and... her eyes fell on the knots, briefly in the struggle. A rider. A male rider.
Lymsleia felt herself get to her knees. She took a few slow breaths. Her chest hurt, but that wasn't unusual the adrenline had kicked in, and she knew the feeling- her body was trying to decide whether to bolt or strike. She felt her arms shiver a bit as she leaned against the bed. She really was fuzzy.
THe cursing the yelling,
"Don't make me knock you out either, you wherry-brained shit?!"
though brought back memories... things she did not want to think about.. She pursed her lips together. She would not cry she would not cry. She would not. She must not cry... she felt the tears following though and as a wail left her. She seemed started. She hadn't cried like this since her mother left the hold... or rather since she'd awoke at the tender age of four to find her aunts barring her from trying to find her, distracting her with chores.
And the men.. oh the men.
She blinked her eyes. The mis-matched colors, blue-grey flickered and fluttered as she trying to make te world focus. She saw double. Two men.. and then-focus. THere were two men. Sanderon-- and... her eyes fell on the knots, briefly in the struggle. A rider. A male rider.
Lymsleia felt herself get to her knees. She took a few slow breaths. Her chest hurt, but that wasn't unusual the adrenline had kicked in, and she knew the feeling- her body was trying to decide whether to bolt or strike. She felt her arms shiver a bit as she leaned against the bed. She really was fuzzy.
THe cursing the yelling,
"Don't make me knock you out either, you wherry-brained shit?!"
though brought back memories... things she did not want to think about.. She pursed her lips together. She would not cry she would not cry. She would not. She must not cry... she felt the tears following though and as a wail left her. She seemed started. She hadn't cried like this since her mother left the hold... or rather since she'd awoke at the tender age of four to find her aunts barring her from trying to find her, distracting her with chores.
And the men.. oh the men.