Post by Vio on Mar 26, 2017 5:33:12 GMT -5
“Gah! Mah legs are killin’ me! Ah’ll be glad tae get some rest when this is all over,” Louisa McLeod muttered coarsely, persevering along the path despite her own body’s wear and tear. Truth be told, the only thing keeping her on her feet as of now was the knowledge that her Captain and crew could be in immense danger, though what use could she be outside of moral support? The ‘Pirate Princess’ that was Queen B. Melosa was a good sight more skilled a fighter than she was; there was no shame in admitting that at this point. But, Lou knew that – even if she could not fight beside her comrade – she could at least do something she was good at.
Violin upon her shoulder and bow in hand, the marching musician’s pained and stressed grimace settled somewhat as melody came to mind. The Cathedral, El Roble’s base of operations, was now just a few hundred more yards away. A brief trek through the worn forest path, past where Caoba still lay, and she would be there in no time at all. A peaceful, haunting song echoed out from the ivory violin’s strings as she drew closer, step by laboured step.
Bitterness hit her nose.
Is ‘at smoke…? Miss McLeod sniffed, letting faint but choking wisps of wood smoke tang hit the back of her throat. The gentle winds were carrying the scent of a small log fire upon them, but something else was mixed in. It was the scent of smouldering flesh – an altogether more unpleasant, nauseating odour that made the maiden stumble. Warily, she eyed the chipped and greened stone of the grandiose architecture, but saw nothing in the name of flame. No amber tongues licked at the windows, nor did blackened plumes ooze from the cracks and doorways. There was but one thing off – an agonised wailing.
Aches and pains waned alongside her song. Quickly leaving the instrument to rest at ease upon the ground, and very nearly tumbling in the process of trying to move as well, the panicked Pikt vaulted for the great doors.
“Whit th’ hell happened in here!?” she queried. Alas, even the volume of her own voice did not seem to overwhelm the resonating howls of pain that echoed like a choir of ghosts through the great Cathedral. Two people lay on the smooth stone floor, one with a sword through her throat and another deep in the throes of intense pain. Louisa’s eyes honed in immediately upon the latter, dismissing the battered, scorched and bloodied sights of her nearest neighbour.“Melosa!? Whit’s goin’ on?” McLeod asked:
“Easy, hen, Ah’m here– Owch!”
Whilst reaching out in a vain attempt at offering comfort, something bit. An invisible aura of intense heat surrounded the Queen Bee’s entire form, the sweat on the redhead’s palm practically scalding her as her fingers dipped into the unseen veil. Warmth made her face tingle, heat passively forcing her one, two, three steps back as the perspiration started to pour from her flesh. Now green eyes saw it. The blade sticking out of the fallen Abbess had a dull glow to its steel, while the stone upon which Melosa lay seemed to shimmer like a sheet of polished marble. All that heat was pouring out of somewhere, and Lou did not like it one bit…{OOC}
Louisa McLeod (d8b000)
Itty (5500aa)
Queen B. Melosa (ff55ff)
Nikolay (d1a318)
Shingetsu Asada (22c22c)
Bendan Koga-Ryu (00ff99)
Abeto (387312)
Rezadora Raiz (33ff33)
Caoba (5e0404)
Fresno (aa0033)
Haya (edb98c)
[/ul][/spoiler][/font][/sup][/blockquote][/div][/div][/div]Itty (5500aa)
Queen B. Melosa (ff55ff)
Nikolay (d1a318)
Shingetsu Asada (22c22c)
Bendan Koga-Ryu (00ff99)
Abeto (387312)
Rezadora Raiz (33ff33)
Caoba (5e0404)
Fresno (aa0033)
Haya (edb98c)