The Portal
Pissed off Riftian
07-21-2017, 04:57 AM
Bellisma
The painfully small pixie crashed through the shadows. Her emerald eyes were rimmed in white and unseeing in their terror. This was akin to the bloodbath that had ended her family’s rule in the deserts of Qumox and led to a life of chains and unwanted attentions. It seemed that the very shadows were veined in the red liquid she so desperately sprinted away from.
Her wickedly quick limbs were a golden blur in the shadows; her bright copper coat a myriad of fluorescent reflections as she darted around trunks. Though her speed did not allow her to avoid all the shrubs, and their twigs tore her delicate, thin skin with laughable ease.
But, still, she ran.
Ran nearly directly into some screeching creature. A short, fearful snort pushed out of her nostrils as small, obsidian hooves hopelessly bit into the moist earth to stop her momentum. Though painfully small, her reckless speed was so immense that she couldn’t quite control where she stopped.
Sides heaved as her bright jade gaze darted around haphazardly; from the man, to his glasses, to the shadows that seemed alive. She trembled even as she ran—thoughts of her ashen prince raining through her mind as she tried to focus on one threat at a time.
“Where—” but the sound was a fearful squeak more than a true word. A deep, shaky breath, and the petrified pixie tried again, “Where am I?”
Her wickedly quick limbs were a golden blur in the shadows; her bright copper coat a myriad of fluorescent reflections as she darted around trunks. Though her speed did not allow her to avoid all the shrubs, and their twigs tore her delicate, thin skin with laughable ease.
But, still, she ran.
Ran nearly directly into some screeching creature. A short, fearful snort pushed out of her nostrils as small, obsidian hooves hopelessly bit into the moist earth to stop her momentum. Though painfully small, her reckless speed was so immense that she couldn’t quite control where she stopped.
Sides heaved as her bright jade gaze darted around haphazardly; from the man, to his glasses, to the shadows that seemed alive. She trembled even as she ran—thoughts of her ashen prince raining through her mind as she tried to focus on one threat at a time.
“Where—” but the sound was a fearful squeak more than a true word. A deep, shaky breath, and the petrified pixie tried again, “Where am I?”
Bellisma is a Helovian but has no items or magic.
Hope you don't mind her (literally) crashing in ;P
