Thread: Swan Wood - RPG
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Old 06-01-2003, 04:02 PM   #88
Lyra Greenleaf
The Diaphanous Dryad
 
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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"Miss Priss, get your braids OUT OF HERE!!!!"
Elena started at the sound of Fiona's voice. She really sounded wild. She wanted Elena to leave. Elena turned slowly, tears pricking at the back of her eyes. Fiona was being carried by some sort of monster. A huge, black, ugly monster. Elena screamed.

She barely felt as she was picked up by another monster as she just stared at Fiona in shock.
"Don´t you dare cry. We´ve GOT to find a way to get away!"
Elena gulped. Strangely enough the prickle had disappeared. Her shock seemed to be too strong to let her cry.
The monster began to laugh at Fiona, Elena could feel the shaking as he carried her along.
"Fiona" she whispered "I'm scared. How will we get out?"
Fiona gazed back with fierce eyes.
"We'll think of something"

Suddenly Elena was glad she had the wild girl with her. She would probably be good at thinking of ways to escape.
Without warning the monsters dumped Fiona and Elena on the ground. They seemed to be in some sort of camp of monsters, only there were men erally. Elena could see from others who were not covered like these two. The two men pushed them into a tent, then sat down outside the door.
"Get away from that" one of them said, then they began to laugh.

Fiona immediately began to talk as Elena looked around the tent.
"Right. We need to-"
Elena spotted a huddled bundle in a corner. As she walked over, it turned a tear stained face to her.
"Rian?" Elena asked.
The face just burst into noisy sobs.
Elena began to talk excitedly.
"Rian, you can help us to get out, Fiona look! Rian's here! We'll be fine, she's big..."
Her voice trailed off. Rian was just sitting there, rocking back and forth. Fiona came and looked over Elena's shoulder.

"I don't think she will help much" she said, witha small smile at Elena. Elena tried to smile back, then was surprised at herself when it worked.
"What- what sort of a plan?" she asked slowly.
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