#akindledlonging

[ofbladeandvalor]

The large gathering of people at this town sparked interest in Cerys. Slowly she approached, and saw that Ranger that had help her save Bree. His hands, she spotted, were bound behind him; a hooded man stood beside him, brandishing a blood-stained axe - a headsman! Quickly, her feet carried her to the front of this crowd, pushing shoulders and shoving people out of her way. "Stop!" she yelled, and when none took notice, she nocked an arrow and pointed it at the headsman. "You cannot kill him!"

My muse has been sentenced to death. How does your muse react to this news? What would they do?

[ofbladeandvalor]

“They’re coming.”

Send me one of these and see how my muse reacts.

"I can hear them," The Ranger’s words are clipped as he speaks, hushed so that the wind might mask the sound of his voice. The air was thick with the stench of the dead, cloying with the thick musk of rotted flesh and the distant rumble of their foes. It would not be long until they were upon them, and there was only so much that could be done, only so many paths to run before they were caught. But they still had to send word to the town before Bree was too lost in fire and smoke.

Abrazîr drew his bow, gripped it tight until the wood creaked beneath the weight of his palm. “You need to run ahead,” The protest was silenced by a grunt from the Ranger, a narrowing of his eyes. “You need to get word to town, save all that you can. I will head them off for as long as I can.”

There came a bellow, and he knew there was no time to argue.

"Go now, and perhaps we can meet again."