Tresspasser
Gwenda picked her way through the undergrowth of the forest, trees and brambles catching at her as she works her way deeper. She clutches onto the bad she carried, full of golden coins she had managed to lift from a nobles carriage. She would need to hide it for a few months before she could come back for it. She stumbled her way into a small clearing, looking about to see it devoid of anything, she decided this would be a good place to keep it until the suspicion blew over.
Gwenda looks up with a start suddenly seeing a large stag at the other end of the clearing, an imposing figure sat astride it. Dresses in green robes, seemingly blending into the very trees as they shimmer and shift. Ethereal blue eyes glare at her across the clearing, a silvery voice calling out from the figure. Complex and eerie words seem to carry much weight, far too complex for Gwenda to fathom the meaning of them.
She opens her mouth to reply to the creature, but the moment her mouth is open she feels hands on her arms and another set grabbing her by the hair. She lets out an undignified cry of shock as her arms and pulled roughly behind her. Head yanked back by her hair and something globular and glistening is forced between her teeth, a braided cord is clinched around her wrists that starts to wrap around her arms.
Pushed down onto the floor by the two figures, she feels the cords snake around her arms up to her elbows, confining her arms tight together before they harden into shackles. Her bag of coins spilling onto the floor, scattering everywhere as it is ignored by her attackers. The thing in her mouth swelling before producing tendrils to wrap around her head, rendering her unable to do anything more than snort as she is forced onto her side. Boots pulled from her feet and another cord is wrapped around her legs, rendering her helpless in the same way as her arms.
One of the hunters produces a knife as she is held down by the other, first her leather armour is cut away from her body and pulled free. Then the knife is slipped under her clothes and the cold blade is ran expertly along her skin, her clothes cut away like an animal being skinned as she is stripped nude and inspected by the creatures. Once they are satisfied, they hoist her up over the saddle of one of the mounts, along with all the other plunder, animals goods and other trespassers all loaded up. She squirms in panic as they set off deeper into the forest, where the trees are dense not even sunlight can peer into the depths. The Queen expects offerings from the forest, as everything in it belongs to her.
Gwenda looks up with a start suddenly seeing a large stag at the other end of the clearing, an imposing figure sat astride it. Dresses in green robes, seemingly blending into the very trees as they shimmer and shift. Ethereal blue eyes glare at her across the clearing, a silvery voice calling out from the figure. Complex and eerie words seem to carry much weight, far too complex for Gwenda to fathom the meaning of them.
She opens her mouth to reply to the creature, but the moment her mouth is open she feels hands on her arms and another set grabbing her by the hair. She lets out an undignified cry of shock as her arms and pulled roughly behind her. Head yanked back by her hair and something globular and glistening is forced between her teeth, a braided cord is clinched around her wrists that starts to wrap around her arms.
Pushed down onto the floor by the two figures, she feels the cords snake around her arms up to her elbows, confining her arms tight together before they harden into shackles. Her bag of coins spilling onto the floor, scattering everywhere as it is ignored by her attackers. The thing in her mouth swelling before producing tendrils to wrap around her head, rendering her unable to do anything more than snort as she is forced onto her side. Boots pulled from her feet and another cord is wrapped around her legs, rendering her helpless in the same way as her arms.
One of the hunters produces a knife as she is held down by the other, first her leather armour is cut away from her body and pulled free. Then the knife is slipped under her clothes and the cold blade is ran expertly along her skin, her clothes cut away like an animal being skinned as she is stripped nude and inspected by the creatures. Once they are satisfied, they hoist her up over the saddle of one of the mounts, along with all the other plunder, animals goods and other trespassers all loaded up. She squirms in panic as they set off deeper into the forest, where the trees are dense not even sunlight can peer into the depths. The Queen expects offerings from the forest, as everything in it belongs to her.
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