Post by ARWEN BLACKWOOD on Mar 9, 2016 20:22:41 GMT -6
tell me who you are
do you come from another world or from some distant star? where do you come from? are you what you seem? are you real? are you standing there, or is it just a dream?
arwen's indecisiveness had led her to stay yet another day in sleepy hollow. the problem with that was that she had no place to stay, having run out of money to buy her nights at the b&b in town. she supposed it didn't matter anyway, particularly because insomnia had taken her over. she stayed at the library, where she was most comfortable, as long as she could but when the doors were locked at 9 p.m., she was left to wander. for a while she sat at a cafe in town, mulling over a cup of hot tea before she too departed there. she was left with nothing but to wander around sleepy hollow on a weekday night. while the beauty of the small town was remarkable and such a great contrast to new orleans, she had to admit it was somewhat lonely. then again, she'd never been a boisterous or overly friendly person. arwen was shy and meek so she had no complaints.
her endeavors had led her through a path on the edge of the woods, using the streetlamp lights to guide her way. despite her predicament, she was fairly at peace with herself for the moment. the weather was starting to improve and though she was still bundled in her warm coat, the wind was much less daunting. her comfort at the moment should have been an indication that something bad was going to happen, as it always seemed to.
the wiccan cocked her head slightly, slowing her feet to a halt as she tried to decipher the sound that became audible. was that...hoofbeats? she tried to dismiss it with a shake of her head but they only grew louder and louder, thundering against the ground like all hell had broken loose. before long, she felt the earth beneath her rattle. at that moment, she knew something murderous was headed her way...though fear had frozen her in place. it wasn't until her gaze had rested upon the rider, atop a jet black steed that she found her motivation to move. a squeak escaped her lips, sending her into flight.
arwen let her feet carry her into the forest in hopes that getting out of the horseman's way would have her life. instead, he merely followed, as if it was truly after her. tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran through the woods, avoiding stray fallen logs and tree at every chance she could. she tried to focus her energy on using the powers she so often tried to push away, but nothing happened. go figure, the one time she was truly in need, it was of no help to her at all.
her breath became staggered and at this point, it was pure adrenaline that had kept her moving though her body told her it was ready to give up. she glanced behind her, the evil horse and it's rider mere yards behind her. the distraction had caused her to trip over a log, getting her foot wedged so she was unable to escape. the horseman only neared until finally, he'd reached the wiccan who was on the ground. frozen again in fear, she couldn't escape...she simply cried in fear. "help!" arwen screamed out for anyone but she wasn't stupid; no one was coming for her. this was it - she was going to die.
her endeavors had led her through a path on the edge of the woods, using the streetlamp lights to guide her way. despite her predicament, she was fairly at peace with herself for the moment. the weather was starting to improve and though she was still bundled in her warm coat, the wind was much less daunting. her comfort at the moment should have been an indication that something bad was going to happen, as it always seemed to.
the wiccan cocked her head slightly, slowing her feet to a halt as she tried to decipher the sound that became audible. was that...hoofbeats? she tried to dismiss it with a shake of her head but they only grew louder and louder, thundering against the ground like all hell had broken loose. before long, she felt the earth beneath her rattle. at that moment, she knew something murderous was headed her way...though fear had frozen her in place. it wasn't until her gaze had rested upon the rider, atop a jet black steed that she found her motivation to move. a squeak escaped her lips, sending her into flight.
arwen let her feet carry her into the forest in hopes that getting out of the horseman's way would have her life. instead, he merely followed, as if it was truly after her. tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran through the woods, avoiding stray fallen logs and tree at every chance she could. she tried to focus her energy on using the powers she so often tried to push away, but nothing happened. go figure, the one time she was truly in need, it was of no help to her at all.
her breath became staggered and at this point, it was pure adrenaline that had kept her moving though her body told her it was ready to give up. she glanced behind her, the evil horse and it's rider mere yards behind her. the distraction had caused her to trip over a log, getting her foot wedged so she was unable to escape. the horseman only neared until finally, he'd reached the wiccan who was on the ground. frozen again in fear, she couldn't escape...she simply cried in fear. "help!" arwen screamed out for anyone but she wasn't stupid; no one was coming for her. this was it - she was going to die.
KALEB DEVAAX // i is excited // 600
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