Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-26571677-20160412074213

Suddenly, everything was drowned out, something enclosed around her, and muffled all sound coming from outside. Her hands felt along the dodges, and discovered a cool, smooth material. It felt like...glass?

She heard a gunshot, and the rustling, and heavy breathing of something next to her. She froze, fearing that it was another attacker, but was surprised when it simply moved on, paying her next to no attention.

Someone came close to her, and she froze yet again, reaching out slightly to activate her cane's reactive magnets. Until she was picked up, and Ixina subsequently squeaked in surprise as the person carried her away from the growls and screams of her assaulters.

The sounds of tearing and ripping chilled her to the core. She felt a horrible sense of pity for them, and placed a hand, pushing lightly against her saviour's chest. She sensed him slowing down, and setting her on the cold, hard asphalt.

"Please, call off your dog, they don't deserve to die. They're just drunk, and very unknowing. Those men don't deserve such a painful death. So please, call it off?"

She heard his light sigh, one that a normal person wouldn't have, and added in something hurriedly while standing up,

"If you won't do it. Then you'll kill them, do you want that on your conscience. Life is precious, take it from me, I've been blind for nearly my whole life, but yet I keep living, because every breathe, is a blessing. Those men shouldn't have to draw their last here."

Her heart was beating furiously, and she was aware of the blush rising up her cheeks, a burning, reddening feeling that washed over her face in waves, pulsing like a heartbeat. Among the thoughts of worry, there was a hope, a longing that wanted to be sated,

Could this be my White Knight?

It certainly didn't seem unreasonable, after all, he'd saved her, while others might have just walked away. She was sure he wasn't doing it for any personal reasons, so it was a completely selfless act. What more could you expect out of someone, if this wasn't the telltale sign, of a good heart, and a strong mind?

So now, she knew, in the back of her head, her heart wasn't beating because of fear, and her cheeks weren't red because of a slap. She, although having no past experience, could only relate this feeling to what countless books had told her about,

Love.