Ingress [C] Feb 13, 2016 23:59:44 GMT -5
Post by Adelina Russovo on Feb 13, 2016 23:59:44 GMT -5
"Help! Somebody, please, I need help!" Her voice was hoarse and scratched at her throat from the force of her screams. Panting, Adelina fell against the rough bark of an oak, one hand gripping a thick branch, the other cradling her round, protruding belly. Her face was smudged with dirt, a long smear of drying blood oozing from her hairline. "Anybody! I'm -- I'm having my baby ... and -- and I'm hurt," her voice grew softer, but it wavered with a trembling desperation. She heard a shuffle of noise above, teal eyes darting to the shadowy branches in the thick canopy, where she could just make out the shape of a well-hidden platform. "Hello? Is someone there? P-Please help, I'm ... Ah!" She cut herself off, forcing out a sharp, strangled cry of pain. Her cheeks were flushed from the sheer force of the scream, hair plastered to her cheeks and neck, slick with sweat.
This is taking too long. She grit her teeth, preparing for another scream. But just then she heard a voice from above,"Hold on! and a soft rush of air followed the voice. A flicker of movement above and she saw him, large, leathery wings snapping out as he glided down, alighting on the forest floor far below his perch in the high branches. "Oh, thank god," Adelina breathed, stumbling towards him. He was at her side in an instant, his kind green eyes wide, dark eyebrows knit in concern. "I'm here to help," He said, voice thick with an accent she hadn't heard before. He was shirtless, and she couldn't spot any weapons. "Thank you," she panted, eyes following his every movement. She tried to stand up straight, but stumbled forward with a gasp of pain. The winged man reached out to steady her, but her hands snaked out and grabbed him first.
Her fingers clamped down hard and she used her momentum to pull him forward, simultaneously darting to the side and dodging his wing, twisting his arm behind him, her other hand shooting up to grip the back of his neck. Her boot connected with back of his knee and she pitched him forward, slamming him to the ground. She was on his back a breath later, knees spread across his spine to pin his wings to the ground, her fingers still digging into his neck. She'd notice some odd scarring on his back in between the thick joints where his wings sprouted from his back, thin lines that she thought cut the word 'THIEF' into his back. Oddly poetic, she thought. Freeing one hand to flick out her knife from its hidden sheath in her sleeve, she held it to his jugular. "Don't move," she commanded, quickly searching him for any knives. The man shouted something in that strange language she couldn't identify, and she wished for a moment she didn't have to kill him. She had a thing for picking up languages. "Quiet," she hissed, digging the tip of her knife into his skin until she saw a prick of blood.
A moment later she heard a loud howl from above, grinning as the other resident of the house in the skies came bursting from the trees to protect his mate.