- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
"Hurry up." The water elemental pushed the broken looking woman with his spear. "We don't have all day." He scowled at the woman before pushing her again, sending her to her knees. The prisoner hissed. She looked as if she had seen better days. Burns littered her arms and legs while her left arm looked twisted in an unnatural way. Smaller cuts littered her torso, though they were unseen mostly by the rags most prisoners wore. Two deep gashes by her shoulder blades were still bleeding. Another gash ran down the side of her mouth. Her hair was wet, whether with sweat the prisoner wasn't sure.
Unsteadily, she stood on one leg before shifting to get onto the other. She nearly keeled over at this, breathing heavily to try and balance herself. The woman started walking forward before the guard could get another chance to push her again. Other prisoners looked better than the new one, looking at least well fed if not a little dirty. Good. The woman's comrades were being treated well at the very least.
Each step grew harder to take than the last. Her burns flared in pain. The skin would forever be scarred, but that was the least of the woman's worries. Sweat beaded at her forehead as she closed her eyes. She just had to endure. Yes, just endure this small bit of torture then she would be back home with the rest of the soldiers. Another push sent her sprawling toward the ground. "I said hurry it up! I can't wait to get your filth off of my hands..."
The woman wanted to just lay on the ground. Oh how she would just like to sleep... "Get up!" A hard jab to the back. She gasped before using her good arm to try and pull herself up from the floor. It was a painful process. Her limbs screamed for her to stop, to let her sleep and not deal with these injuries. The woman kept moving forward until the spear was held in front of her. Finally, she could stop. The guard leading her looked toward another man it seemed. She couldn't hear the conversation, her ears ringing. Everything sounded submerged and far away. The woman didn't mind. It meant she could get some respite from the taunts and calls of the elementals.
Unsteadily, she stood on one leg before shifting to get onto the other. She nearly keeled over at this, breathing heavily to try and balance herself. The woman started walking forward before the guard could get another chance to push her again. Other prisoners looked better than the new one, looking at least well fed if not a little dirty. Good. The woman's comrades were being treated well at the very least.
Each step grew harder to take than the last. Her burns flared in pain. The skin would forever be scarred, but that was the least of the woman's worries. Sweat beaded at her forehead as she closed her eyes. She just had to endure. Yes, just endure this small bit of torture then she would be back home with the rest of the soldiers. Another push sent her sprawling toward the ground. "I said hurry it up! I can't wait to get your filth off of my hands..."
The woman wanted to just lay on the ground. Oh how she would just like to sleep... "Get up!" A hard jab to the back. She gasped before using her good arm to try and pull herself up from the floor. It was a painful process. Her limbs screamed for her to stop, to let her sleep and not deal with these injuries. The woman kept moving forward until the spear was held in front of her. Finally, she could stop. The guard leading her looked toward another man it seemed. She couldn't hear the conversation, her ears ringing. Everything sounded submerged and far away. The woman didn't mind. It meant she could get some respite from the taunts and calls of the elementals.