Post by Angelika Bolvagure on Jan 11, 2008 1:14:12 GMT
With the smallest of grunts, she dragged herself into the coolness of the cave to escape the blistering heat. The damp must smell was a blessed welcome to the temperature outside- even in the evening it was still very hot. The slight dampness to Angelikas skin indicated a thin sheen of sweat from exhaustion and her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Her usual hunting gear was not present, just the simple shirt that hung loosely around her upper body and the legins that fitted snugly into walking boots. Of course on her belt was the two hunting knives: she never left without them, especially not into this forest: It was to dangerous...
Fat lot of good they had been...
So here Angelika was, sitting in a cave in a boiling summers evening, trying in vain to stop the blood pumping from the artery in her leg, the slice across it looked worse then it felt, and it looked bad. Cursing in as many different languages as she could muster, she used one of the knives to cut away the legen as much as she could and used the material to press against the wound, saturating it with blood. Looking up, she followed the trail of blood that she had left. The trail that could lead any creature to her...
The creature that attacked her?
That was a good question, she thought bitterly as she tied the simple scraps to the wound, in a bitter attemt to stem the flow of blood. She had just been walking in the woods, gathering a few herbs to add to her dinner when it had jumped on her from behind. She had fought as best as she could have of course, but knew that she couldn't win. So what did she do?
She ran...
She ran (and scolded herself for doing it) as fast as she could but the creature was faster. How she had gotten hurt exactly was a bit foggy in her mind: It had all happened so fast. All she had known was it had hurt...
a lot...
So here she was. With a sigh, Angelika rolled onto her knees and slowly tried to stand up, but cried out in pain. There was no way that she could get home like this. “Great,” she mumbled, looking down at her reflection in a puddles of water that covered the cave floor, slowly turning murky red with her blood. “I'm stuck here, alone,” she mumbled and added as an afterthought. “Talking to my reflection!”
Fat lot of good they had been...
So here Angelika was, sitting in a cave in a boiling summers evening, trying in vain to stop the blood pumping from the artery in her leg, the slice across it looked worse then it felt, and it looked bad. Cursing in as many different languages as she could muster, she used one of the knives to cut away the legen as much as she could and used the material to press against the wound, saturating it with blood. Looking up, she followed the trail of blood that she had left. The trail that could lead any creature to her...
The creature that attacked her?
That was a good question, she thought bitterly as she tied the simple scraps to the wound, in a bitter attemt to stem the flow of blood. She had just been walking in the woods, gathering a few herbs to add to her dinner when it had jumped on her from behind. She had fought as best as she could have of course, but knew that she couldn't win. So what did she do?
She ran...
She ran (and scolded herself for doing it) as fast as she could but the creature was faster. How she had gotten hurt exactly was a bit foggy in her mind: It had all happened so fast. All she had known was it had hurt...
a lot...
So here she was. With a sigh, Angelika rolled onto her knees and slowly tried to stand up, but cried out in pain. There was no way that she could get home like this. “Great,” she mumbled, looking down at her reflection in a puddles of water that covered the cave floor, slowly turning murky red with her blood. “I'm stuck here, alone,” she mumbled and added as an afterthought. “Talking to my reflection!”