Blaze
Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2020 9:38 pm
((open rp, share your thoughts if you like.
Also the text it not 100% finished, as you might see. I just wanted to share it.
I'll be thankful for help to find the missing words and mistakes, and promise I'll fix the text.))
In the room at the second floor in the Inn, for the first time in her life Marla slept inside a bed. She did not pay attention to the soft bed and the fluffy blanket covering her, for she was burnt badly and weeping in pain.
Scenes of the day flashed in front of her eyes. A man being beaten up by Val, his strange undead friend, an orc, and a misfigured humanoid earth figure, that smelled of clay. They did not attack him all together, but one by one. The man tied by a rope to a column, had struggled and cried in pain. Blood had been dripping for his face that had been badly/horribly/...?? beat up/disformed from the beating. The young woman had smelled his fear and the blood that dripped to the floor. She had watched feeling more and more confused. Why did they do this? At first she had assumed that Val and his group were just bad at killing the man. It would have taken a bite in the throat, sharp teeth, tearing flesh and he would have died almost immediately. He seemed to have given up though, so that he'd run away if he could, so she saw need to kill him. Maybe the men were unaware of this? Puzzling was as well that Val and his companion had dragged the man along to their place with huge white walls and floors, full of monsters below. They had captured this man, captured him at the Inn where he and Marla had played. At the cave-like gathering place under the roof, with stony ground where a few ferns and bushes grew, Val, his undead companion and the orc had beaten up the prisoner. As they continued to torture him, Marla had concluded that they might try to teach him something, just like Yasmin had beaten up her with a spoon when she misbehaved. The pain of being beaten with a spoon felt insignificant compared to be burnt by flames. Again she made a weeping sound, to show she was in pain. It would not help, though. She was all alone in the room.
Marla's mind wandered futher back to the events this day, meeting Val at in the sands following him throug a shiny thing glowing in dim blue light, and finding herself at the Inn. A place better known to her than the warm, sandy area she had explored with Friend. Would she find Friend again? He had told her to gather sand. She hadn't done so. Would he be angry at her? As angry as Yasmin? Val had not told her to gather anything, but showed her a room on the second floor. Like Friend Val did not like to see her sneezing anf coughing, although by than Marla's cold had been getting better slowly.
She had been angry this day, too. Angry at Val, who had locked her up in the room at the Inn! He had closed the door, locking Marla inside. Unable to open it, Marla retreated to weeping and scratching at the door until someone else, a man, opened it for her. He had held out his hands, probably not wanting her near. Maybe he was scared, maybe not. His gestures and the tone in his voice did not match. In the large room at the ground floor, he had sat on the floor, touching his chin with one hand, his arm resting on his knee observing Marla. Soon he came to realize that Marla didn't want to hunt him and was just being sick and curious, so he and Marla had played a game of pulling at a bottle. She using her teeth, he using his hand. To soon, the game had stopped. But the man had allowed Marla to drink the juice that was inside the bottle. It had tastet strange, fruity, something she had never drunken before. It did not taste bad, still/but water and milk tasted better.
Her thoughts shifted back to the memory of the room inside the giant white stone building. The man, who had opened the door for her and who had given juice to her had been lying on the floor. His face and body had been beat up so much that he could barely speak let along stand or walk on his own. Yet he was whispering words at her. She could not understand what he said, but the meaning was no doubt/very/.../?? clear to her. The desperate creature was begging at her, begging her for help, afraid for his life. Suddenly the memory of the bottle filled with violet water had flashed before her eyes. Friend had wanted her to drink it, a violet, sweet smelling liquid, stored in a small bottle. He had disapproved of her refusing to drink it. She could tell at his voice and his eyes. Marla remembered that there had been bottles of these kind in the bag of the man, too. She had seen them when taking his coins for Friend. The coins were lost somewhere on the floor though. When no one was looking she took the bottle, trying to pour the liquid into the man's mouth. She remembered the feeling of horror creeping up when just nothing would flow out of the corked bottle. Horror? Yes, Marla was quite aware that Val would not approve of this. Desperately she had shook it/the bottle/... to no avail. So, she threw the bottle to ground, and licked up the liquid without licking at glass shards. Meanwhile the steps of Val and his Orc and Companion were getting closer. Due to her small size she stand up to bring her face closer to the man and just at the orc was about to pull the him away she had pressed her lips against his trying to feed him the sweet, violet liquid.
The only other happy memory, if one could say so and if meeting the man was not considered - was when she went through another shiny blue portal and found herself in a forest. She had gone after Val. His undead companion talking to a lizzard-man while the Val's Orc and the beat up man were on top of a tower. Sniffing at the ground, she tried to find a trail of Val, searching, she crawled over a bridge, where she met some women she knew and a man. They were gathered around a small table with a chest on top of it and they all were talking. The pale woman in a dark dress was nice, she gave Marla fish to eat. The young woman was hungry, and when hungry Marla never wasted food, even though it meant to delay her search for Val.
Than she had heard a shout and she saw the beat-up man carried by the lizzard over the bridge. Suddenly there had been nothing but pain. Horrible pain as orange flames had enwrapped her! Screaming, panicking and burning, she had instinctively tried to crawl somewhere away from the pain, but than everything went black. Val had carried her upstairs and placed on a bed. She was back in the room at the Inn. The man had covered her with a blanket.
Marla felt tears running down her face, playing the memory of the blazing flames in her head. She wanted to be back in the forest. She wished to be together with her family, far away from the humans, the pain and the fear. She wished nothing more than to feel save. But she smelled of human and burnt flesh, her family would shun her. If she was very unlucky, the wolves would even attack or kill her.
Thinking such thoughts Marla lay in the bed and cried. Her sobs and whimpered could be heard though the open door of the room at the second floor in the Inn.
Also the text it not 100% finished, as you might see. I just wanted to share it.
I'll be thankful for help to find the missing words and mistakes, and promise I'll fix the text.))
In the room at the second floor in the Inn, for the first time in her life Marla slept inside a bed. She did not pay attention to the soft bed and the fluffy blanket covering her, for she was burnt badly and weeping in pain.
Scenes of the day flashed in front of her eyes. A man being beaten up by Val, his strange undead friend, an orc, and a misfigured humanoid earth figure, that smelled of clay. They did not attack him all together, but one by one. The man tied by a rope to a column, had struggled and cried in pain. Blood had been dripping for his face that had been badly/horribly/...?? beat up/disformed from the beating. The young woman had smelled his fear and the blood that dripped to the floor. She had watched feeling more and more confused. Why did they do this? At first she had assumed that Val and his group were just bad at killing the man. It would have taken a bite in the throat, sharp teeth, tearing flesh and he would have died almost immediately. He seemed to have given up though, so that he'd run away if he could, so she saw need to kill him. Maybe the men were unaware of this? Puzzling was as well that Val and his companion had dragged the man along to their place with huge white walls and floors, full of monsters below. They had captured this man, captured him at the Inn where he and Marla had played. At the cave-like gathering place under the roof, with stony ground where a few ferns and bushes grew, Val, his undead companion and the orc had beaten up the prisoner. As they continued to torture him, Marla had concluded that they might try to teach him something, just like Yasmin had beaten up her with a spoon when she misbehaved. The pain of being beaten with a spoon felt insignificant compared to be burnt by flames. Again she made a weeping sound, to show she was in pain. It would not help, though. She was all alone in the room.
Marla's mind wandered futher back to the events this day, meeting Val at in the sands following him throug a shiny thing glowing in dim blue light, and finding herself at the Inn. A place better known to her than the warm, sandy area she had explored with Friend. Would she find Friend again? He had told her to gather sand. She hadn't done so. Would he be angry at her? As angry as Yasmin? Val had not told her to gather anything, but showed her a room on the second floor. Like Friend Val did not like to see her sneezing anf coughing, although by than Marla's cold had been getting better slowly.
She had been angry this day, too. Angry at Val, who had locked her up in the room at the Inn! He had closed the door, locking Marla inside. Unable to open it, Marla retreated to weeping and scratching at the door until someone else, a man, opened it for her. He had held out his hands, probably not wanting her near. Maybe he was scared, maybe not. His gestures and the tone in his voice did not match. In the large room at the ground floor, he had sat on the floor, touching his chin with one hand, his arm resting on his knee observing Marla. Soon he came to realize that Marla didn't want to hunt him and was just being sick and curious, so he and Marla had played a game of pulling at a bottle. She using her teeth, he using his hand. To soon, the game had stopped. But the man had allowed Marla to drink the juice that was inside the bottle. It had tastet strange, fruity, something she had never drunken before. It did not taste bad, still/but water and milk tasted better.
Her thoughts shifted back to the memory of the room inside the giant white stone building. The man, who had opened the door for her and who had given juice to her had been lying on the floor. His face and body had been beat up so much that he could barely speak let along stand or walk on his own. Yet he was whispering words at her. She could not understand what he said, but the meaning was no doubt/very/.../?? clear to her. The desperate creature was begging at her, begging her for help, afraid for his life. Suddenly the memory of the bottle filled with violet water had flashed before her eyes. Friend had wanted her to drink it, a violet, sweet smelling liquid, stored in a small bottle. He had disapproved of her refusing to drink it. She could tell at his voice and his eyes. Marla remembered that there had been bottles of these kind in the bag of the man, too. She had seen them when taking his coins for Friend. The coins were lost somewhere on the floor though. When no one was looking she took the bottle, trying to pour the liquid into the man's mouth. She remembered the feeling of horror creeping up when just nothing would flow out of the corked bottle. Horror? Yes, Marla was quite aware that Val would not approve of this. Desperately she had shook it/the bottle/... to no avail. So, she threw the bottle to ground, and licked up the liquid without licking at glass shards. Meanwhile the steps of Val and his Orc and Companion were getting closer. Due to her small size she stand up to bring her face closer to the man and just at the orc was about to pull the him away she had pressed her lips against his trying to feed him the sweet, violet liquid.
The only other happy memory, if one could say so and if meeting the man was not considered - was when she went through another shiny blue portal and found herself in a forest. She had gone after Val. His undead companion talking to a lizzard-man while the Val's Orc and the beat up man were on top of a tower. Sniffing at the ground, she tried to find a trail of Val, searching, she crawled over a bridge, where she met some women she knew and a man. They were gathered around a small table with a chest on top of it and they all were talking. The pale woman in a dark dress was nice, she gave Marla fish to eat. The young woman was hungry, and when hungry Marla never wasted food, even though it meant to delay her search for Val.
Than she had heard a shout and she saw the beat-up man carried by the lizzard over the bridge. Suddenly there had been nothing but pain. Horrible pain as orange flames had enwrapped her! Screaming, panicking and burning, she had instinctively tried to crawl somewhere away from the pain, but than everything went black. Val had carried her upstairs and placed on a bed. She was back in the room at the Inn. The man had covered her with a blanket.
Marla felt tears running down her face, playing the memory of the blazing flames in her head. She wanted to be back in the forest. She wished to be together with her family, far away from the humans, the pain and the fear. She wished nothing more than to feel save. But she smelled of human and burnt flesh, her family would shun her. If she was very unlucky, the wolves would even attack or kill her.
Thinking such thoughts Marla lay in the bed and cried. Her sobs and whimpered could be heard though the open door of the room at the second floor in the Inn.