Hel
Daughter of Loki
Alexander nodded, in agreement, "Have you seen the others?" He asked, "They may have already left in search of her. If we are leaving we should warn them, we would not want to cause further worry." He assessed, but he also realized the immediate danger that existed for the two practically naked (compared to a dragon) humans.
Anya appeared near the front of the fortes where the challis was exhausted and injured, she had received several bites and injuries from a scrape with some kind of beasts, her cloak and dress were tattered and torn- and did much less against the cold then they had before. She wasn't sure how she had escaped, all she remembered was her mind filling with the image of herself where she felt she needed to be, so much so that it consumed her to the point of actually being able to see where she was going. To her amazement, when she opened her eyes she was there, just inside of the bulding. She gathered the strength to stand, and force the doors shut to keep the wind and wolves- should they have followed her) out. The doors were heavy, and took the last of her strength. With the second door still partially open, Anya slid down the wood. She fought to stay awake, fearing for her saftey, but she lost. Her conciousness faded and the blond girl was left leaning against the door on the ground, her injuries untreated and her clothes torn to shreds. The last thought that filled her mind was a question: Why did I do this?
Anya appeared near the front of the fortes where the challis was exhausted and injured, she had received several bites and injuries from a scrape with some kind of beasts, her cloak and dress were tattered and torn- and did much less against the cold then they had before. She wasn't sure how she had escaped, all she remembered was her mind filling with the image of herself where she felt she needed to be, so much so that it consumed her to the point of actually being able to see where she was going. To her amazement, when she opened her eyes she was there, just inside of the bulding. She gathered the strength to stand, and force the doors shut to keep the wind and wolves- should they have followed her) out. The doors were heavy, and took the last of her strength. With the second door still partially open, Anya slid down the wood. She fought to stay awake, fearing for her saftey, but she lost. Her conciousness faded and the blond girl was left leaning against the door on the ground, her injuries untreated and her clothes torn to shreds. The last thought that filled her mind was a question: Why did I do this?
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