Stroll of Sorrow [Hyacinth]

[Nealle]

Day 33 of Summer, AV 510

Misery, guilt, hollowness. Where was the mercy? Her brother strove so hard to make sure she was happy, but where was the happiness now? Nealle thought she had found it, the walls of Syliras, so peaceful, so calming, so perfect, except it bottled up the emotions she was carrying. Distress, depression, what was the cure? Go home to the deserts where she was scorned for her father's mistakes and her scars? No, that was a step down, not that she could really fall much lower than she was. Instead, Nealle tried something new, a stroll out of Syliras. Today she did not have the company of knights with her. No new faces to speak with, no squires to trade philosophies and religious meanings with. No, Nealle was alone, her world, as usual, was dark, empty, she was blind. The six armed Eypharian slowly stalked out in the wilderness, she hadn't the slightest clue where she was, but in her mental state, she didn't much care. She welcomed the subtle fear that spreads through her body like wildfire at even the least of suspicious sounds of that place. The fear masked the pain. Was Nealle an Adrenaline addict now? Perhaps. She couldn't particularly imagine herself being a fearsome criminal on the run or standing up against a camp of slavers or bandits, but this was fine. The feeling of being lost, being so close to danger. Yet she didn't quite realize just how close.

[Kelpie]

The Wildlands were an unforgiving place for many a people. It was merciless, unpredictable and housed creatures and beings that often held malicious thoughts. Nealle would not be spared during her little excursion out in the wilds. There were certain things watching her. Predators, both human and animal alike, waited, however the former would have their way with her. Several men approached from the shadows, garbed in black leather, with faces completely shrouded behind pale masks. They grabbed her from behind, almost as quickly as they had appeared, although the Eypharians’ blindness was a disadvantage at this point. They were content with keeping her mouth free, and they were also quick to take her back into a copse of trees that provided a limited amount of shelter. They tied her wrists together, although they laughed at her meager attempts to escape. It wasn’t long before the four men had their way with her, for hours and hours, while they beat her into further submission and even so much as sliced one of her hands off when she hadn’t screamed loud enough. The pain was overwhelming, and Nealle’s black world suddenly merged with her subconscious. Nealle was left to die then, amidst a pool of her own blood, with terrible gashes adding to the array of scars left on her body already. The scent of the blood attracted more predators however, and it wasn’t long before creatures of all varying sizes came to feast on her, even while she still lived. Being incapacitated, she had no way to fight back when she came back into consciousness, but the end would come anyway. The pain was too overwhelming, but her death would leave many a predator full for the rest of the week. oocModerator note: Nealle is now dead, PM a Founder to put this account into the retired section then you are free to make a new character.