Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140419205557

She couldn't breathe. For one fatal moment, death had rushed past her in such a small form, with a speed she could never compete with. But it looked so casual, going past the target and beyond, to whatever nether regions it had come from. Any single thought that had been in her mind before this moment was gone, leaving just a blank and pure, utter terror. Mariposa didn't need to put two and two together in order to know who exactly had done that, who could be so silent.

Observation had never been one of her best skills. Being silent was another. But how could she chat so fervently if she couldn't get anything out? And then she remembered, that shot - that gunshot, the reverbrating sound of her Aunt getting hit and the cries that escaped her 10 year old body in the past. The bow, dropped from her hands - forgotten by the memories. Tears welling up in her eyes - out of fear or sadness, she couldn't tell. Her form bended - dropped to the floor.

And then she screamed. It was loud, a piercing sound in the unnatural silence as she clutched her hands to her ears, screamed her heart out as Mariposa could finally make a noise - something that finally could escape her body.