Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-26571677-20160601070217

She laughed loudly, and spat in the general direction of Varna, making her choice clear. She stood up, wobbling, on shaky legs, and talked to them in a mocking tone,

"Can you see a fuck that I give!? Because I sure bloody can't, you'll have to find one yourself, won't you, bitch! And besides! I barely know Dalton! You've dragged along nothing but dead meat!"

Her voice lowered, and her expressions became scary,

"And it's not like I'd tell you anything anyway, you narrow-minded, narcissistic little-GAAAAAGH!"

She fell backward, as an arrow forced it's way into her left shoulder, lodging into there solidly, and only being forced out, as she fell on it heavily. White-hot pain smashed its way through her mind, and she w aware that she was screaming and wailing, the steel wires cutting their way through her wrists.

She heard footsteps, and then, something else happened. A spear, went through her other shoulder, making Ixina screech with pain, writhing in agony, as it was twisted around, slowly, and forcefully, driven in, and out through the other end, pinning both shoulders down. Her legs bucked, and her blind eyes leaked tears, as they were wrenched open, revealing the dead-looking irises.

The ground beneath her began to feel warm, and her horrible, animalistic cries echoed through the room, as the spear's jagged edges tore through her flesh, wrenching horribly as it was twisted into her shoulder.