Brain Vomits - The Not Very Distant Past - Even the Greats have their screwups
Perhaps, she realized in hindsight, running through the woods wasn't the greatest of ideas. Let alone thick and heavy woodlands with great trees and roots that effectively clogged her escape.
She leapt and dove through the low branches and underbrush, "Oh, fuck me sideways" She muttered to herself, coming to a stop before the tall, robed figure.
A white, skeletal claw shot out of the robe, it grabbed her by the neck and hauled her unceremoniously off of the ground. She yelped and grabbed at the figure's forearm, to brace herself better. "Okay. You caught me, you want a prize?" Her eyes narrowed.
The figure scoffed in response. "No." The voice was decidedly male. Or at least seemed like it was. With magic these days, who the hell even knew anymore. "What I want is what you stole from me, foolish child." While there weren't any ominous glowing eyes (although, she mused, they wouldn't be too far out of place), she did get the impression that the gaze of this robed fellow was boring into her being.
"Who said I took anything from you? I mean you could have the wrong lad--aaack" The skeletal figure's grip tightened around her neck.
"I've no time for games. Return what you've stolen from me, and I might be inclined to let you live."
"Gah, going for all the cliches, aren't you--okay, okay!" She snatched the satchel out of her pocket and threw it down in front of the robed figure.
As unceremoniously as she was snatched up, she was dropped. The robed figure levitated the bag into its hand, where it disappeared into the folds of the robe.
She, on the other hand, stood up and dusted herself off, groaning softly. "There, you happy? We good?" Her weight shifted uneasily, ready to bolt again if she needed to.
"Yes." Beat. "Steal from me again, and I will not be as lenient." With that, the figure turned, and walked off, seeming to vanish into the woods as it went.
"...Right." She sighed, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair as she turned to stride in the opposite direction.
She leapt and dove through the low branches and underbrush, "Oh, fuck me sideways" She muttered to herself, coming to a stop before the tall, robed figure.
A white, skeletal claw shot out of the robe, it grabbed her by the neck and hauled her unceremoniously off of the ground. She yelped and grabbed at the figure's forearm, to brace herself better. "Okay. You caught me, you want a prize?" Her eyes narrowed.
The figure scoffed in response. "No." The voice was decidedly male. Or at least seemed like it was. With magic these days, who the hell even knew anymore. "What I want is what you stole from me, foolish child." While there weren't any ominous glowing eyes (although, she mused, they wouldn't be too far out of place), she did get the impression that the gaze of this robed fellow was boring into her being.
"Who said I took anything from you? I mean you could have the wrong lad--aaack" The skeletal figure's grip tightened around her neck.
"I've no time for games. Return what you've stolen from me, and I might be inclined to let you live."
"Gah, going for all the cliches, aren't you--okay, okay!" She snatched the satchel out of her pocket and threw it down in front of the robed figure.
As unceremoniously as she was snatched up, she was dropped. The robed figure levitated the bag into its hand, where it disappeared into the folds of the robe.
She, on the other hand, stood up and dusted herself off, groaning softly. "There, you happy? We good?" Her weight shifted uneasily, ready to bolt again if she needed to.
"Yes." Beat. "Steal from me again, and I will not be as lenient." With that, the figure turned, and walked off, seeming to vanish into the woods as it went.
"...Right." She sighed, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair as she turned to stride in the opposite direction.