She lay battered, broken and bruised, in the soft dewy grass. Her body was covered in bruises varying from angry red to deep black. She picked up her head and coughed up blood. Her mouth was all wrong, her jaws out of place. Her clothes were a mess. Her pack lay beside her, a single peice of black velvet poking out, her daggers and swords were hidden expertly beneath it. She could barely move, she was too shattered in body and mind to shift her weight off her broken leg. Her heart had shattered way before she ever received any physical pain...
Her mind registered a slight change in the temperature but she refused to move; she couldn't if she wanted to. A snap from somewhere close forced her to stop breathing hard and listen: it was another man, come to 'save' her. "I don't need help." She called out, lifting her head up enough to be heard. The boy frowned and kneeled beside her. "Good, cuz I wasn't offering." She looked shocked a second then recovered, her eyes icy. 'D**n kids. Always sarcastic.' She thought, lifting herself into a sitting postion, grimacing at the throbbing of her leg. "Well? What DO you want then?"
The boy grinned and held out his hand, getting to his feet and yanking her up as well. Yelping she punched his stomach hard enough to pop something. "That hurt." She snarled, favoring her left leg and leaning heavily on him.
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The boy barely even flinched. Her fur stood on end and she pushed him away, not wanting to look weak. 'Stupid f**k. I don't need his help. I've made it this far.' She pulled out her rapier and leaned on it, regaurding him with cold purple eyes. "Where you going?" She asked, still ignoring his help. "Around. Why?" He mumbled, trying to sound indifferent. HA! He wasn't able to hide anything from her. She laughed. "You want to know where I'm going as well. That, little one, is on a need-to-know basis."
