It was difficult to tell if he even listened. Dust gazed intently at the Bosmer's face, shadowed and flickering in the light of their fire. She heard a soft whistle as he bent over the fire - she thought it was only the crackle of the fireplace, but his movement and groan of pain told her otherwise.
Everything happened quickly - he was up, moving, obviously in pain. An arrow - bandits? Dust stood hurriedly, even as Ath'vesu lurched towards her, telling her to go.
Bandits - if she stayed, she would die - she couldn't possibly fight with her hands bound, but this was also a chance to escape. There was so little time - after a moment's thought she moved, ushered along by the Bosmer, to the horse. He moved behind her to ride the horse off, sending them in a flurry of movement.
Dust breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't be facing bandits alone and bound. Perhaps she should have taken advantage and ran, but in the mountains at night, already pursued, survival would have been unlikely.
But… Dust bit her lip, craning her neck to try and see the extent of the Bosmer's wound, and to look behind them to see if they were being pursued. How long could he possibly hold out?
Everything happened quickly - he was up, moving, obviously in pain. An arrow - bandits? Dust stood hurriedly, even as Ath'vesu lurched towards her, telling her to go.
Bandits - if she stayed, she would die - she couldn't possibly fight with her hands bound, but this was also a chance to escape. There was so little time - after a moment's thought she moved, ushered along by the Bosmer, to the horse. He moved behind her to ride the horse off, sending them in a flurry of movement.
Dust breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't be facing bandits alone and bound. Perhaps she should have taken advantage and ran, but in the mountains at night, already pursued, survival would have been unlikely.
But… Dust bit her lip, craning her neck to try and see the extent of the Bosmer's wound, and to look behind them to see if they were being pursued. How long could he possibly hold out?
The Bosmer’s reaction would have amused Dak more than anything, if she still had been capable of such a feeling. It remained her of the deers she usually used this paralyzing poison on; since they ran away, the blood and the adrenaline brought the poison to the heart faster, and they collapsed on the ground a few moments later. The Bosmer would fall from his precious horse in no time. And hard.
The only risk was the Breton girl. She was a healer, if she decided to heal her abductor despite everything, there was nothing Dak could do for preventing it to happen. She just had to keep her fingers crossed and to believe in the common sense of her Sister. And it was an idea she hated to the core.
Despite her body’s laments , Dakari decided to ran.
The only risk was the Breton girl. She was a healer, if she decided to heal her abductor despite everything, there was nothing Dak could do for preventing it to happen. She just had to keep her fingers crossed and to believe in the common sense of her Sister. And it was an idea she hated to the core.
Despite her body’s laments , Dakari decided to ran.
Ath could feel the wound, the pounding of his heart in his chest and weakly he pulled out a dagger reaching around and he would cut Dust's bonds to her hands. He couldn't fight right now and as much as he didn't want to admit it needed her considering the arrow was in his back. The arm fell limply to her lap then and he leaned forward against her, breathing heavy.
"S...s..something." He groaned out in response to the rest of his sentence.
Yes, normally one would fall from the horse, the adrenaline making the stuff faster but he had his arm around the woman and was leaning forward so that helped him some as the horse ran but unless Dust did something to keep Ath from falling, or hell she could let him fall and be off, she would soon feel him starting to slip to the side. One could only hope she didn't feel safe enough on her own right?
"S...s..something." He groaned out in response to the rest of his sentence.
Yes, normally one would fall from the horse, the adrenaline making the stuff faster but he had his arm around the woman and was leaning forward so that helped him some as the horse ran but unless Dust did something to keep Ath from falling, or hell she could let him fall and be off, she would soon feel him starting to slip to the side. One could only hope she didn't feel safe enough on her own right?
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Dust inhaled through her teeth, trying to think through the sudden whirlwind of noise and activity - heal him, or not? She pulled her hands free when he cut the binds, glancing back to see him breathing heavily, in obvious pain. She grimaced.
She couldn't face many bandits alone, that was certain. She might be able to teleport safely to the Isles, but that would take precious moments where an arrow could lodge neatly in her back. But this would also be her only chance at escape, it seemed.
Still…
She growled and turned as best she could. "Hold still as much as you can," she ordered, her voice shaking as the horse galloped beneath them. She felt him slip and hurriedly grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, trying to force him to lean on her. Gods dammit. She wrapped an arm around the Bosmer, hardly able to hold on, fumbling for the reins desperately until she managed to tug the horse to a stop. Hopefully the bandits would stay behind, raiding the cart, and give her time to heal him.
She turned again, running her hand down his slumped back until it hit the shaft of an arrow. Gritting her teeth, she pulled - the arrow came loose with a sickly squelch. She dropped it and immediately placed her hand on the wound, releasing a spell to knit back muscle and flesh, to stem bloodflow, to help them escape.
"You owe me," she grumbled, struggling to hold his weight against her without toppling off the horse. Adrenaline helped, but he had to recover quickly if they were to escape - she couldn't support him much longer, and she'd done all she could for healing. She could only wait, and hope.
Even if for what, she wasn't entirely sure.
Dust inhaled through her teeth, trying to think through the sudden whirlwind of noise and activity - heal him, or not? She pulled her hands free when he cut the binds, glancing back to see him breathing heavily, in obvious pain. She grimaced.
She couldn't face many bandits alone, that was certain. She might be able to teleport safely to the Isles, but that would take precious moments where an arrow could lodge neatly in her back. But this would also be her only chance at escape, it seemed.
Still…
She growled and turned as best she could. "Hold still as much as you can," she ordered, her voice shaking as the horse galloped beneath them. She felt him slip and hurriedly grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt, trying to force him to lean on her. Gods dammit. She wrapped an arm around the Bosmer, hardly able to hold on, fumbling for the reins desperately until she managed to tug the horse to a stop. Hopefully the bandits would stay behind, raiding the cart, and give her time to heal him.
She turned again, running her hand down his slumped back until it hit the shaft of an arrow. Gritting her teeth, she pulled - the arrow came loose with a sickly squelch. She dropped it and immediately placed her hand on the wound, releasing a spell to knit back muscle and flesh, to stem bloodflow, to help them escape.
"You owe me," she grumbled, struggling to hold his weight against her without toppling off the horse. Adrenaline helped, but he had to recover quickly if they were to escape - she couldn't support him much longer, and she'd done all she could for healing. She could only wait, and hope.
Even if for what, she wasn't entirely sure.
Dak could hear the horse galloping away, the voices. She followed them for a while, feeling wearier at each steps. Her whole body felt numb, she would have to rest soon. …I should have killed the horse, she scoffed with disgust as she realized her mistake. If I’m lucky, the beast will break one of its legs. Or they’ll disturb a bear which will kill them. But luck was never on her side.
…I hate my life, concluded Dak. The horse was nowhere to be heard anymore. With a groan, Dak looked up at the trees around, searching for a high one with big, strong-looking branches. She would rest until dawn, she decided, and would resume the hunt tomorrow.
Eventually chosing what looked to her like the perfect tree, she climbed up carefully until reaching a good branch, and took some time for looking at the surrounding.
…I hate my life, concluded Dak. The horse was nowhere to be heard anymore. With a groan, Dak looked up at the trees around, searching for a high one with big, strong-looking branches. She would rest until dawn, she decided, and would resume the hunt tomorrow.
Eventually chosing what looked to her like the perfect tree, she climbed up carefully until reaching a good branch, and took some time for looking at the surrounding.
Ath could feel the healing magics running through his body, feel the wound knit together and the purge of the paralysis poison inside of him. Slowly the bosmer came back to the world. His grip upon her grew tighter and he groand as he moved. Well, hell, he now owed her for saving his life.
"Thankyou."
He gasped out softly, still a bit weak from the healing as he had lost blood after all, and there still remained traces of the weaking poison inside of him. He nudged the horse forward though at any rate.
"Continue on till you find a suitible campsite."
He would bring his bow about, knocking an arrow weakly, and set about to glancing around. IN his weary state though he doubted he would be to much help unless there life depended upon it. He almost wanted to tie Dust's hands again, but she had saved his life and well he needed her help right now.
"Thankyou."
He gasped out softly, still a bit weak from the healing as he had lost blood after all, and there still remained traces of the weaking poison inside of him. He nudged the horse forward though at any rate.
"Continue on till you find a suitible campsite."
He would bring his bow about, knocking an arrow weakly, and set about to glancing around. IN his weary state though he doubted he would be to much help unless there life depended upon it. He almost wanted to tie Dust's hands again, but she had saved his life and well he needed her help right now.
Dust felt an odd mixture of relief and frustration when Ath spoke, thanking her. Well, she'd see just how grateful he was shortly. For now, they had to get somewhere safe. At his word she took the reins and continued on, grumbling to herself. "Don't know how to find one in this bloody darkness..." She could cast a spell for light, but it would only draw attention and perhaps they were still being pursued. She heard the nock of an arrow on the Bosmer's bow - perhaps he was thinking the same.
After half an hour of riding as fast as she could urge the horse to move along the rocky, harsh terrain, Dust tugged the reins and brought the horse to a stop. There was a flat, rocky ledge here under an overhang - a good of a campsite as they were likely to find.
"Here." She moved off the horse, then if he allowed it aided the Bosmer off as well. She narrowed her eyes at him, gazing intently, trying to assess the situation. He was still weary, that much was clear. He would need rest after his blood loss. Did she dare run off when he slept? Perhaps, if he forgot to tie her hands up again. Or perhaps she could negotiate for her freedom, for him to end this madness while they still could.
She would guide the Bosmer to the ledge and urge him to sit, looking around and cursing softly. She had no supplies, and she wasn't exactly skilled at survival in the wild without even basic amenities. No blankets to protect them from the cold, and no way of collecting wood for a fire in these mountains. Plus, the possibility of bandits in pursuit, and she was still technically a hostage.
Wonderful.
She sighed, dragging a hand over her face and sitting near the Bosmer, giving him a sharp glare. "Now what?"
(Sorry about the late post, guys - I think RPR is glitched for me, it seems to be continually eating my mails and failing to send me messages even though I'm subscribed, bah.)
After half an hour of riding as fast as she could urge the horse to move along the rocky, harsh terrain, Dust tugged the reins and brought the horse to a stop. There was a flat, rocky ledge here under an overhang - a good of a campsite as they were likely to find.
"Here." She moved off the horse, then if he allowed it aided the Bosmer off as well. She narrowed her eyes at him, gazing intently, trying to assess the situation. He was still weary, that much was clear. He would need rest after his blood loss. Did she dare run off when he slept? Perhaps, if he forgot to tie her hands up again. Or perhaps she could negotiate for her freedom, for him to end this madness while they still could.
She would guide the Bosmer to the ledge and urge him to sit, looking around and cursing softly. She had no supplies, and she wasn't exactly skilled at survival in the wild without even basic amenities. No blankets to protect them from the cold, and no way of collecting wood for a fire in these mountains. Plus, the possibility of bandits in pursuit, and she was still technically a hostage.
Wonderful.
She sighed, dragging a hand over her face and sitting near the Bosmer, giving him a sharp glare. "Now what?"
(Sorry about the late post, guys - I think RPR is glitched for me, it seems to be continually eating my mails and failing to send me messages even though I'm subscribed, bah.)
There was nothing to see. Only trees and rocks. The shapes of the mountains eerily stood out against the night sky. And there were wolves howling. That’s the solution, Dak thought as she closed her eyes. I’ll let the wolves take care of them. They can eat the girl too; it’ll spare me the troubles of killing her later. The linnet will not be pleased, and I’ll have another speech from Ocheeva, but I don’t care anymore.
Screw this, I’m returning home.
(OOC: I think I’m going to stop this RP here. Since the characters are out of Dak’s reach now, it would be unrealistic of her to find them again. She’s not that good. So thank you for the RP everyone, it was fun.
)
Screw this, I’m returning home.
(OOC: I think I’m going to stop this RP here. Since the characters are out of Dak’s reach now, it would be unrealistic of her to find them again. She’s not that good. So thank you for the RP everyone, it was fun.
)
Got off the horse once Dust led them over to the ledge and he would grunt softly using a hand to steady himself with the horse. Great, this turned out to be a great plan of his right now, getting hurt before he could even come across the man he was hunting. He would move then when she guided him to the edge and he would sit with a sigh looking out into the night. The sigh was heavy, thought filled because he was not sure what to do.
"I.........don't know."
He stated after a bit then glanced over at her.
"You saved my life, I am not ungrateful and I owe you for that. But your friend still killed mine so you can't expect me to just let that go can you?"
Of course she could and while he spoke, if she was observent to his tone, she may come across the fact he was very unsure and he picked his words carefully also likely willing to listen to anything she said? As of right now though he left her hands untied because he knew he wouldn't be able to watch and defend by himself at this point in time.
The bosmer turned his attention out to the area once more scanning the place with a frown. Who attacked them? WHere they following them? At that thought the bosmer tightened his grip upon the bow and sighed once more. Now would likely be the best time to change the mans course though.
((aww im sorry to see you go! it was fun Dakari!))
"I.........don't know."
He stated after a bit then glanced over at her.
"You saved my life, I am not ungrateful and I owe you for that. But your friend still killed mine so you can't expect me to just let that go can you?"
Of course she could and while he spoke, if she was observent to his tone, she may come across the fact he was very unsure and he picked his words carefully also likely willing to listen to anything she said? As of right now though he left her hands untied because he knew he wouldn't be able to watch and defend by himself at this point in time.
The bosmer turned his attention out to the area once more scanning the place with a frown. Who attacked them? WHere they following them? At that thought the bosmer tightened his grip upon the bow and sighed once more. Now would likely be the best time to change the mans course though.
((aww im sorry to see you go! it was fun Dakari!))
You are on: Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Tread Lightly (CLOSED Oblivion RP)
Moderators: Mina, Keke, Cass, Claine, Sanne, Dragonfire, Ilmarinen, Darth_Angelus