It was her plan all along, she knew damn well what was going to happen when she walked down the corridor. Of course, she knew there would be blood shed, flesh getting torn off, possibly her own death. It was her desperation that drove her to do it. To poke the bear.
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Clad in her gothic styled clothing, her hips swaying and the thuds of her boots echoing, the woman marched herself down the stone corridor. Earlier she had seen the beasts scurry back there at the sounds of voices. A small smirk played on her lips as she rounded the turn, whirling and staring down into the darkness. In this spot specifically, the torches barely gave any luminescence to see in. Spreading her feet apart and clenching her right fist, the woman thinks about how she was just exorcised as of late. Now her loss of Magic left her in a sticky situation. It starts in her abdomen, then rises to her throat, the crazed laughter that can make any sane man shudder. Of course, she knows this would draw the beasts' attention. Tears of laughter running down her cheeks; swiftly brushing them away with the back of her pallid hand. Grinning, she says in a dark voice, "Oh well damn- It's just another nail in the coffin,~". Clicks of tongues and whispers bounce off the walls of the stone. Hardness enters her expression and she draws her knife. A glint flashes briefly as she slices across her left palm and lets the blood drip down onto the cobble. Shuffling sounds can be heard and excited murmurs in raspy voices yet again, bounce off the stone walls. Gritting her teeth and lowering her head; a quivering breath escapes her lips. Raising her eyes but keeping her head down, "Just get on with it," she growls under her breath as the first of the beasts curve around the corner.
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The woman lays there, her left hip torn up, deep claw wounds decorate her arms and shredded areas where she had been bitten. Her eyelids flutter shut occasionally; slipping in and out of her conscious state. While her vision is severely blurred, she can still make out some things. Knowing a certain blonde elf would be along any minute, she keeps her eyes open. A yellow blob bounces up and down in her vision. As it gets closer she can make it out to be blonde hair. Then seeing the lanky elf she loves dearly. They kneel down beside the woman and lift her head into their arms, whispering in a shaky voice, "Mom, please, get up," then whispering even softer, "I know what I need to do, I brought a light mage with me," and her vision cuts out as relief floods her body. Slipping into the darkness of sleep.
