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mistral4543 · 01-31-2004, 06:55 PM

OOC>>> Yeah, that's cool

IC>>>
Rhianneth

Her keen eyes raked across the horizon, watching out for any unwelcome intruders that might hinder her progress forward ~ I wonder if he has begun to move again. ~ A troubled look crossed her eyes as she took in the one voice that she recognised as being Brendon's and coming from the North ~ Anyway, what choice do I really have? ~ She shook her head, flinging out the mental distractions that delayed her reunion with him and whoever else was left.

Wait for me, Brendon. ~ Had anyone seen her flushed cheeks, she would not have been able to tell them whether this was from the physical exertion of running, or due to... ~ What's done is done. Just move on. ~ She was choking, so parched was her throat and so breathless was she; it seemed the corridor would never end.

It was only when she could no longer sustain her erratic run, when she could only halt abruptly, feeling the stitches on her sides and the world half-spinning, when she staggered unsteadily about and upon finally stabilising herself, bending down to regain her breath that she wearily glimpsed about. An exhausted, yet triumphant smile squeezed its way into her grim lips.

There was a flight of steps about thirty feet away.

Straining her ears, she tried to listen to the sounds about her. Had Brendon and his friends gone off?

She hoped not...

[ 01-31-2004, 06:57 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

01-31-2004, 06:55 PM	#94
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	OOC>>> Yeah, that's cool IC>>> Rhianneth Her keen eyes raked across the horizon, watching out for any unwelcome intruders that might hinder her progress forward ~ I wonder if he has begun to move again. ~ A troubled look crossed her eyes as she took in the one voice that she recognised as being Brendon's and coming from the North ~ Anyway, what choice do I really have? ~ She shook her head, flinging out the mental distractions that delayed her reunion with him and whoever else was left. Wait for me, Brendon. ~ Had anyone seen her flushed cheeks, she would not have been able to tell them whether this was from the physical exertion of running, or due to... ~ What's done is done. Just move on. ~ She was choking, so parched was her throat and so breathless was she; it seemed the corridor would never end. It was only when she could no longer sustain her erratic run, when she could only halt abruptly, feeling the stitches on her sides and the world half-spinning, when she staggered unsteadily about and upon finally stabilising herself, bending down to regain her breath that she wearily glimpsed about. An exhausted, yet triumphant smile squeezed its way into her grim lips. There was a flight of steps about thirty feet away. Straining her ears, she tried to listen to the sounds about her. Had Brendon and his friends gone off? She hoped not... [ 01-31-2004, 06:57 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]