[pnpgm] A new enemy?

d kerr megumimika at gmail.com
Sat Dec 31 02:03:20 CET 2016


Maelorna screams out in pain holding the wound protectively as she can feel
blood trickling down her flesh, she hadn't realized she had chosen the dog
to fire at, assuming the familiar pain from the spell may have caused her
to mistake her intention, as she had wanted to shoot one of the creatures.
Her crossbow falls from her fingers and clatters to the ground as she
manages to pull her dagger from it's sheath.  She glares at the creature,
and the voice in her head laughs, '*Aww, the little toy has teeth dear*' it
taunts, '*I can of course help, you know, let me out, please*.' it tempts
her playfully.

Maelorna tries to ready herself for the beasts charge, only to realize that
it perished from the wounds that it took to bring it down.  It's crimson
eyes glaze over but still remain fixed upon her.  She takes a shuddering
breath and glances about, realizing she may be in trouble, wondering if her
companions will think she tried to help the creatures that attacked them,
when the opposite was the truth, she attempted to help them in a manner she
believed could help, but instead may have caused more harm and possibly
caused a death, as in a heartbeat, she could see them turning upon her and
in her condition, she was in poor shape to offer even a minor inconvenience
to them if they sought recompense.   Her lucid side fights the urge to keep
from contemplating such as she can feel her resolve slipping and the
control of the voice starts to slip, as it continues to plead to help her.
She looks at them and continues to take in ragged gulps of air, while still
trying to hold her wound, while the other hand holds the dagger.
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