@Gentleman
so, granted, this one's drawn out and frantic but it's one of my favorite starters i've ever done, so
Run.
Footsteps fell quickly on the ground, making their way lightly across uneven forest flooring despite just how long their owner had been moving. They had to be light. Light meant harder to hear, harder to trace. Even in the dark, that was important.
Run.
Hands shaking, eyes blurred with tears. Elena's back burned, the memory of the knife and the wound left behind refusing to let her be. She needed to find something. A motel, an alley, anything to get fixed up and pass out in. Hospitals were absolutely out of the question. For all anyone knew, she was dead or on the run from her home. That was how she needed it.
Elena Alilat didn't exist anymore. All that was left was Elena, and whatever fake last name became the one she used. And right now, she once again was without a home. It had been stolen from her by the people she trusted.
Run, and don't stop.
A light through the trees brought a shaky and quiet sob to her lips, and the girl broke through the trees soon after. A dog barking, chickens upset at being disturbed. All she could do as the dog–gods, what breed was that–ran towards her was drop to her knees, shaking and unable to stop.
The dog, however, didn't have a problem stopping.
She had never been sure what it was, but animals welcomed her presence. Maybe she could attribute that to her mother. Whatever the cause, she was grateful now, as the dog came to a sudden stop in front of her to sniff. Gods above, please let these people be friendly enough to give me directions.
I'd be lying to say this didn't intrigue me right off the bat. I'm a big fan of your writing, for certain. I welcome you with open arms!
thank you!! it's a sample from a rp about the children of greek gods(not pjo), and this poor character had just gone through a metaphorical hell–pardon my french–and the loss of her home, again.
i can't wait!
Nor can I! And that sounds like quite an interesting role-play. I bet that was fun.