Just decided to kill off one of my characters and decided to use the tsod, simply because it's fun and in this years novel none of the deaths have been that different, and I felt things were getting sappy so decided to throw in a surprise killing.
Elia moved a strand of hair from her face, it was matted with blood and dust, all around her were bodies of creatures that she could barely look at, and faces of people, real human people with families and loved ones, and she had helped destroy them all, she turned her head away from them unable to hide her guilt. She glanced around at the other faces, the faces of her friends, relieved and smudged with dirt and blood whether their own or their enemies Elia couldn't tell, she watched Lucy as the more advanced healers tended to her properly, she watched Lacey jump around waving her top hat and yelling orders, and lastly her forest green eyes settled on Caleb. His muscled form bent over in exhaustion his dark hair turned gray with the amount of dust that had settled in it, his blue eyes closed and pensive, and Elia was over come with the emotion to run to him, protect and comfort him as a strange and unknown feeling of longing swelled within her breast.
She was to preoccupied with her thoughts and those surrounding her were either to exhausted or too engrossed in healing wounded that they didn't notice Greg rise slowly from the ground, straightening his midnight blue robes, his glare sets around the stone pillars falling on Elia, he snarls, "I will avenge you my dear sweet Cerys," he thinks, looking around him he finds a shovel used to dig the pit for water, he lifts it and limps over to Elia, silently and cautiously, raising the blunt dirt encrusted weapon high in the air, before lowering it down squarely on the back of her skull, effectively crushing it.
TADA! this was harder to write than it should have been... she kept wanting to make it perverse, but I have an age rating on my writing and those trains of thoughts were going waaaayy outside limits -shudder- hope you liked it though!
Elia moved a strand of hair from her face, it was matted with blood and dust, all around her were bodies of creatures that she could barely look at, and faces of people, real human people with families and loved ones, and she had helped destroy them all, she turned her head away from them unable to hide her guilt. She glanced around at the other faces, the faces of her friends, relieved and smudged with dirt and blood whether their own or their enemies Elia couldn't tell, she watched Lucy as the more advanced healers tended to her properly, she watched Lacey jump around waving her top hat and yelling orders, and lastly her forest green eyes settled on Caleb. His muscled form bent over in exhaustion his dark hair turned gray with the amount of dust that had settled in it, his blue eyes closed and pensive, and Elia was over come with the emotion to run to him, protect and comfort him as a strange and unknown feeling of longing swelled within her breast.
She was to preoccupied with her thoughts and those surrounding her were either to exhausted or too engrossed in healing wounded that they didn't notice Greg rise slowly from the ground, straightening his midnight blue robes, his glare sets around the stone pillars falling on Elia, he snarls, "I will avenge you my dear sweet Cerys," he thinks, looking around him he finds a shovel used to dig the pit for water, he lifts it and limps over to Elia, silently and cautiously, raising the blunt dirt encrusted weapon high in the air, before lowering it down squarely on the back of her skull, effectively crushing it.
TADA! this was harder to write than it should have been... she kept wanting to make it perverse, but I have an age rating on my writing and those trains of thoughts were going waaaayy outside limits -shudder- hope you liked it though!
