head high }} queen's huntsmen. day 1.
Oct 17, 2019 22:41:33 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Oct 17, 2019 22:41:33 GMT -5
walking in my sleep
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?
like the naked trees
will they wake up again?
do they sleep? do they dream?
We had made it out alive.
Part of myself was surprised, the other half not nearly as much. The plan was to fly under the radar, and we had accomplished that. They didn't see me as a threat, I surrounded myself with people who would make me look weaker, people who wouldn't cause the others to look twice. Their foolishness would be their downfall. Because the minute they let their guard down, the minute they blink for a second too long.
That is when they die.
My instincts lead us somewhere not too far off, we can't risk being tired. That would make us ill-prepared, and those that are not prepared always suffer. It's a forest with coverage, enough that we can not be found easily, but not too much where we will trip over our own feet. Not many others should follow us here, but if they did we would have the advantage with coverage.
A quick nod in the direction of Efram, a thank you for helping me out. But not a single word leaves my mouth, not even a smile. He should need nothing more than my gratitude. My eyes scan my body and it seems that most of the blood is not my own. The worst seems to be a bruise that is beginning to form on my foot. I quickly look the others up and down, they seem to be worse off than myself.
Better for me.
Because in the end, I am the only one that matters.
The place seems quiet enough, but one can never be too sure.
"Before we settle down look for anything important, but most importantly make sure there isn't anybody else around. If you find someone, you know what to do,"
I didn't bother finishing my sentence, instead I used one finger and motioned across my throat. Death was about to fill the arena, and they needed to be prepared.
"I'll take first watch tonight,"
I do not trust them, and I know I never will.
Trust is always a queen's greatest mistake.
feel it as the wind
strokes my skin
i am moved by the chill
hear the winter bird sing
strokes my skin
i am moved by the chill
hear the winter bird sing
[ bell does a lot of stuff that will be noted in maint xoxo ]