#ladyofsterling

[mercysblade-blog]

+ { ladyofsterling } + { andrimahariel } + { invisibilixty } + { beastwithxn } + { adxmant }

"I don't understand. Did you hope to gain something by triggering that trap?"

"Or did you just not see it?"

[andersspicyshimmy-blog]

On the Run | Norwen & Anders

If I don't stop soon, I'm going to die.

Out of all his plans and plots, Anders thought ruefully as he crashed noisily through the underbrush, this one was supposed to be the lowest risk; little chance of being seen, of being attacked, and even smaller chances of being caught. He didn't know what stroke of bad luck had put a lazy guard on the ramparts, one who eschewed the scheduled shift changes in favour of a mug of ale five minutes earlier, and further, who had a good eye and decent skill with a crossbow. What kind of Templar is both lazy and an excellent shot?! he cursed. 

His foot hit a root, twisting painfully, and he stumbled sideways. As his shoulder hit a rough-barked tree, he let out a shout, the impact jarring his arm and hand where it rested over the bolt that jutted out from just below his ribs. Another slow pulse of hot, sticky blood covered his hand, and he winced. He needed to stop, to rest, Maker, to heal himself--but if he stopped too soon, the Templars would find him. He had a head start, but the crossbow bolt in his side had slowed him more than he would have liked, and he thought he could already hear the baying of the mabari. The blood would have given them a trail. 

When he came upon the cave, it was so unexpected that he nearly passed it by. Realizing what it was a split second later, he doubled back, ducking inside and using magic to finally, finally, erect a force shield around the entrance. It wouldn't mask the scent of his blood for long, but it would obscure his hiding spot for a time at least. 

Panting, he leaned against the rough rock at one side of the cave, gulping air into his lungs as he focused on drawing in energy for a healing spell.