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august_writing again this year - since I'm going back in to the field next week, it just really wasn't feasible.
But I was plot bunnied for a short scene last night, so you can have that instead.
Death Scene
Pol had scarpered with the rest when the cries were raised that the guard were on their way.
‘Yes, you fucking run,’ she’d thought, half meaning it, half just hating him.
She’d tried to crawl away, but couldn’t find the strength – the bolts in her stomach and her shoulder felt numb now, and she was light headed, and she couldn’t breathe…
A shape loomed over her – a man, strong and stout. It was hard to see - everything was growing dark and blurry - but who else? She knew he would come for her. She tried to lift her arm, to say his name…
----
“This one’s alive!” Riden called back to his captain. The girl in front of him looked pretty young still – less than five years a woman, if he were any judge. Her hand twitched, and she seemed to be trying to speak, but all that came out was a stuttered ‘T’ sound.
“Best put her out of her misery. We ain’t saving scum just to throw ‘em in jail.”
Riden nodded, and drew his sword.
august_writing again this year - since I'm going back in to the field next week, it just really wasn't feasible.But I was plot bunnied for a short scene last night, so you can have that instead.
Death Scene
Pol had scarpered with the rest when the cries were raised that the guard were on their way.
‘Yes, you fucking run,’ she’d thought, half meaning it, half just hating him.
She’d tried to crawl away, but couldn’t find the strength – the bolts in her stomach and her shoulder felt numb now, and she was light headed, and she couldn’t breathe…
A shape loomed over her – a man, strong and stout. It was hard to see - everything was growing dark and blurry - but who else? She knew he would come for her. She tried to lift her arm, to say his name…
----
“This one’s alive!” Riden called back to his captain. The girl in front of him looked pretty young still – less than five years a woman, if he were any judge. Her hand twitched, and she seemed to be trying to speak, but all that came out was a stuttered ‘T’ sound.
“Best put her out of her misery. We ain’t saving scum just to throw ‘em in jail.”
Riden nodded, and drew his sword.
