Continued from this thread.
A wall of fire finally did stop her. Coughing, and spluttering, Ixzo instinctively raised an arm over her mouth and nose as if it would do something against the smoke. Heart pounding, Ixzo forced herself back, the thin shift doing little against the heat that surrounded her.
"Papa! Papa!" The consistent screech of a small girl, in a word that transcended languages, forced Ixzo to turn around. Her heart, warning for her to turn to save herself, was suddenly of little concern. The burn in her through was only a sample of what this girl may be feeling.
Silver eyes turned to her feet, and she looked for something, anything to shield her next decision. Would she do it? Could she do it? That wasn't the question to ask right now. She didn't have a choice.
Myri, take me to your realm when I fail. The quick prayer was all she had. She was a Kelvic, she would never go with Myri, but she only hoped. Even now, when she hadn't even tried to get back to her family after Kenash…
A stake for a tent lay beside her. It had been ripped from the ground, and she immediately dove for it, ripping the ropes from its handles. This would have to be her weapon.
"Child! Where are you?" She screamed into the heat, forgetting to use the language of the horse-lords. The child's screams were drowned by the blaze of the fire and the new cries of horses. Ixzo didn't have time to feel the pang of guilt, she had chosen her target.
Someone shot out of the blaze before her. The charcoal bald head before her was twisted in anger and pain. She knew this hairless man, with no tattoos, even though his skin was dark, not to by Drykas. Without thinking, she lunged forward, pulling the wooden stake up with her. Grabbing onto the man's shoulder with one hand, she ran the stake into his soft abdomen. Even thoroughly muscled with the years on ships and little fat to pad it, the stake slide in with a sickening ease.
A wall of fire finally did stop her. Coughing, and spluttering, Ixzo instinctively raised an arm over her mouth and nose as if it would do something against the smoke. Heart pounding, Ixzo forced herself back, the thin shift doing little against the heat that surrounded her.
"Papa! Papa!" The consistent screech of a small girl, in a word that transcended languages, forced Ixzo to turn around. Her heart, warning for her to turn to save herself, was suddenly of little concern. The burn in her through was only a sample of what this girl may be feeling.
Silver eyes turned to her feet, and she looked for something, anything to shield her next decision. Would she do it? Could she do it? That wasn't the question to ask right now. She didn't have a choice.
Myri, take me to your realm when I fail. The quick prayer was all she had. She was a Kelvic, she would never go with Myri, but she only hoped. Even now, when she hadn't even tried to get back to her family after Kenash…
A stake for a tent lay beside her. It had been ripped from the ground, and she immediately dove for it, ripping the ropes from its handles. This would have to be her weapon.
"Child! Where are you?" She screamed into the heat, forgetting to use the language of the horse-lords. The child's screams were drowned by the blaze of the fire and the new cries of horses. Ixzo didn't have time to feel the pang of guilt, she had chosen her target.
Someone shot out of the blaze before her. The charcoal bald head before her was twisted in anger and pain. She knew this hairless man, with no tattoos, even though his skin was dark, not to by Drykas. Without thinking, she lunged forward, pulling the wooden stake up with her. Grabbing onto the man's shoulder with one hand, she ran the stake into his soft abdomen. Even thoroughly muscled with the years on ships and little fat to pad it, the stake slide in with a sickening ease.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
