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Feanor of the Peredhil · 10-26-2005, 05:04 PM

Kâthaanî had been perched behind her mother in the battle. Her own Izri had not been close enough and they had needed any advantage over the numerous ground troops. When she felt a sharp tug from behind, she reached for her mother, twisting in place. She had hit the ground out of breath and rolled to her feet, crouching angrily to meet the fighter. With only her dull blade in hand, she blocked two cuts before hesitating. The blade had cut so easily through her. She screamed and fell, clutching her side. The soldier left her for dead... it had been such a wound.

She felt the hot stickiness of her own blood soaking through her clothes. Her breathing came harshly... it hurt to extend her ribs. Each breath tore at the wound and she cringed, gasping at the hurt. Within short moments, she lay still on the ground.

She could feel herself moving further away from the battle. The sounds were growing dimmer as she concentrating on trying to make the pain stop. She lay still, hoping that it would help. Suddenly she cringed, turning, gasping at the hurt, and opened her eyes. Izri nudged her worriedly. Kâthaanî's eyes seemed cloudy and she was growing weaker each moment. Soft leather touched her hand and she clenched her fingers around it.

It hurt... she could feel her clothing sticking to the blood that was beneath her. She was tugged out of the road. Izri pulled her closer to Abârpânarú and in the exquisite calm that comes from pain, Kâthaanî could feel herself hoisted to Izri's back.

She heard her father's voice urging her to hang on. She took him literally... her fingers tightened on Izri's main and she wrapped herself around her karibor.

What seemed like seconds later, the group stopped for a moment. She could hear her mother's voice, though she could not understand the words. She cried out as she felt bandaging tighten over her, blacking out once more. Next she knew, she was astride Izri, pounding down the road as hail fell from the sky. She closed her eyes and trusted to her mount to keep her safe as she concentrated on breathing alone.

10-26-2005, 05:04 PM	#103
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Kâthaanî had been perched behind her mother in the battle. Her own Izri had not been close enough and they had needed any advantage over the numerous ground troops. When she felt a sharp tug from behind, she reached for her mother, twisting in place. She had hit the ground out of breath and rolled to her feet, crouching angrily to meet the fighter. With only her dull blade in hand, she blocked two cuts before hesitating. The blade had cut so easily through her. She screamed and fell, clutching her side. The soldier left her for dead... it had been such a wound. She felt the hot stickiness of her own blood soaking through her clothes. Her breathing came harshly... it hurt to extend her ribs. Each breath tore at the wound and she cringed, gasping at the hurt. Within short moments, she lay still on the ground. She could feel herself moving further away from the battle. The sounds were growing dimmer as she concentrating on trying to make the pain stop. She lay still, hoping that it would help. Suddenly she cringed, turning, gasping at the hurt, and opened her eyes. Izri nudged her worriedly. Kâthaanî's eyes seemed cloudy and she was growing weaker each moment. Soft leather touched her hand and she clenched her fingers around it. It hurt... she could feel her clothing sticking to the blood that was beneath her. She was tugged out of the road. Izri pulled her closer to Abârpânarú and in the exquisite calm that comes from pain, Kâthaanî could feel herself hoisted to Izri's back. She heard her father's voice urging her to hang on. She took him literally... her fingers tightened on Izri's main and she wrapped herself around her karibor. What seemed like seconds later, the group stopped for a moment. She could hear her mother's voice, though she could not understand the words. She cried out as she felt bandaging tighten over her, blacking out once more. Next she knew, she was astride Izri, pounding down the road as hail fell from the sky. She closed her eyes and trusted to her mount to keep her safe as she concentrated on breathing alone.