HOME | DD

Description
Left to right Oz, Leam, Gyra Blackwell (aka, Lorcan Blackthorn), James Everen and Ixia Corydalis. My original characters from my story, Scarlet Shadows. I'm super happy with this piece, especially since it started out as a casual warm up sketch. Then it grew from there
Idk, I might continue this series of pictures.

Previous installment:

Mature Content

James gritted his teeth, just a little bit further and they'd make it, just a little bit further and they'd be safe in Ferrindale forest!
"Leave me-" Gyra choked out through the blood, she knew she was slowing him down, she knew that she was done for. "That's- and order" she lapsed into a coughing fit, scarlet spraying from her lips.
"I'm. Not. One. Of. Your. Solders!" James panted, he could feel the arrow in his thigh bite deeper into his flesh. He wanted to be sick, but just couldn't afford it. Arrows were still raining down from above, and if he stalled, they would catch them for certain.
"Oz!" he called out, desperately. There was a flicker of movement in the treeline. James bee lined towards it until he broke through the thicket into the forest proper.
"The spirits happened!" Oz blanched, gazing wide eyed at Gyra's mangled body clutched in James's arms.
"The horses." James panted.  Oz grimaced. "You lost the horses?!"
"It wasn't by choice! They spooked!"
They could hear voices of enemy solders not far behind.
Not a good sign.
"This way." he said and dragged them further into the forest, picking his way along a deer path so that they would't have to break through the dense undergrowth.
"There you two are!" hissed Leam, "we've been waiting!"
There was one more member of the party that Gyra couldn't see, "Ixia-W-where-" she began.
"She's down below. We've got a hiding spot, this way." He brought them to a limestone formation comprised of a series of spiky sculptures and valleys then disappeared.
The voices could be heard again. The solders weren't fare behind.
"Psst, Leam."
His red-brown head of hair poked out of a hole in the ground. "This way!" he repeated. It was an insignificant looking fissure in the rock face. Something that you'd miss if you weren't thinking to look for it. With difficulty, James lowered himself and Gyra in. Luckily, it was more spacious on the inside. He dragged her to the far side off the cavern and tried to assess the damage.
"What, in the name of the spirits, happened?" demanded Leam. Ixia was lurking in another corner, keeping an eye out of the cave, looking for trouble.
"She took a Flashin Spear to the chest." James explained. Flashin spears were one of the nastier weapons developed by the Empour Kingdom, their heads exploded when the pumble was pulled.
Gyra was coughing again, she was finding it hard to breath. She gaged and spluttered but couldn't get a decent breath of air. The shock was wearing off and now she could feel the pain claw at her, engraving itself into her flesh.
"Hurry, put her on her side!" Leam said "she's chocking on the blood." and indeed, she was. A lung had collapsed, and the one she had left wasn't working to well.
Sab Gyra called out in her mind to her little companion. But there was still no response. She was still out of range.
Leam swore. "Her chest is shredded! Damn it!" He glanced over at James "You're wounded..."
James shook his head, he didn't care about that right now, all he cared about was getting Gyra back to camp. "We need to stop the bleeding." James said. "do you have any cloth? Or-"
"We can't fix this-"
"We need to stop the bleeding!" James said more forcefully. Oz, who had been keeping his distance, produced his kerchief. Oz didn't do well with blood.
"Everyone quite." said Ixia in a forced calm voice. "They're coming This way."
Once more, James hooked his arms under Gyra and dragged her farther into the cave. The sudden motion triggered another coughing fit, loud and rasping; amplified by the harsh acoustics of the cave. He tightened his hold on her, feeling every shallow breath and every fit that griped her small frame. He had never thought of her as fragil before, it felt wrong that she'd be this weak.
"Gyra, shhhh" said James. They could all be caught! but her coughing continued. But she could no more stop coughing than stop the bleeding.
"What was that?" said a voice from outside the cave.
James pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the sound. We've gotta keep quiet. He could feel her blood trickling down his hand. We've gotta get you back to camp. It will all be alright if we can get you back to camp.

Comments, questions or constructive critiques are greatly appreciated ^^

Characters and Story (c) AlexandeNight

Other pics from Scarlet Shadows:

Description
Left to right Oz, Leam, Gyra Blackwell (aka, Lorcan Blackthorn), James Everen and Ixia Corydalis. My original characters from my story, Scarlet Shadows. I'm super happy with this piece, especially since it started out as a casual warm up sketch. Then it grew from there
Idk, I might continue this series of pictures.

Previous installment:

Mature Content

James gritted his teeth, just a little bit further and they'd make it, just a little bit further and they'd be safe in Ferrindale forest!
"Leave me-" Gyra choked out through the blood, she knew she was slowing him down, she knew that she was done for. "That's- and order" she lapsed into a coughing fit, scarlet spraying from her lips.
"I'm. Not. One. Of. Your. Solders!" James panted, he could feel the arrow in his thigh bite deeper into his flesh. He wanted to be sick, but just couldn't afford it. Arrows were still raining down from above, and if he stalled, they would catch them for certain.
"Oz!" he called out, desperately. There was a flicker of movement in the treeline. James bee lined towards it until he broke through the thicket into the forest proper.
"The spirits happened!" Oz blanched, gazing wide eyed at Gyra's mangled body clutched in James's arms.
"The horses." James panted.  Oz grimaced. "You lost the horses?!"
"It wasn't by choice! They spooked!"
They could hear voices of enemy solders not far behind.
Not a good sign.
"This way." he said and dragged them further into the forest, picking his way along a deer path so that they would't have to break through the dense undergrowth.
"There you two are!" hissed Leam, "we've been waiting!"
There was one more member of the party that Gyra couldn't see, "Ixia-W-where-" she began.
"She's down below. We've got a hiding spot, this way." He brought them to a limestone formation comprised of a series of spiky sculptures and valleys then disappeared.
The voices could be heard again. The solders weren't fare behind.
"Psst, Leam."
His red-brown head of hair poked out of a hole in the ground. "This way!" he repeated. It was an insignificant looking fissure in the rock face. Something that you'd miss if you weren't thinking to look for it. With difficulty, James lowered himself and Gyra in. Luckily, it was more spacious on the inside. He dragged her to the far side off the cavern and tried to assess the damage.
"What, in the name of the spirits, happened?" demanded Leam. Ixia was lurking in another corner, keeping an eye out of the cave, looking for trouble.
"She took a Flashin Spear to the chest." James explained. Flashin spears were one of the nastier weapons developed by the Empour Kingdom, their heads exploded when the pumble was pulled.
Gyra was coughing again, she was finding it hard to breath. She gaged and spluttered but couldn't get a decent breath of air. The shock was wearing off and now she could feel the pain claw at her, engraving itself into her flesh.
"Hurry, put her on her side!" Leam said "she's chocking on the blood." and indeed, she was. A lung had collapsed, and the one she had left wasn't working to well.
Sab Gyra called out in her mind to her little companion. But there was still no response. She was still out of range.
Leam swore. "Her chest is shredded! Damn it!" He glanced over at James "You're wounded..."
James shook his head, he didn't care about that right now, all he cared about was getting Gyra back to camp. "We need to stop the bleeding." James said. "do you have any cloth? Or-"
"We can't fix this-"
"We need to stop the bleeding!" James said more forcefully. Oz, who had been keeping his distance, produced his kerchief. Oz didn't do well with blood.
"Everyone quite." said Ixia in a forced calm voice. "They're coming This way."
Once more, James hooked his arms under Gyra and dragged her farther into the cave. The sudden motion triggered another coughing fit, loud and rasping; amplified by the harsh acoustics of the cave. He tightened his hold on her, feeling every shallow breath and every fit that griped her small frame. He had never thought of her as fragil before, it felt wrong that she'd be this weak.
"Gyra, shhhh" said James. They could all be caught! but her coughing continued. But she could no more stop coughing than stop the bleeding.
"What was that?" said a voice from outside the cave.
James pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the sound. We've gotta keep quiet. He could feel her blood trickling down his hand. We've gotta get you back to camp. It will all be alright if we can get you back to camp.

Comments, questions or constructive critiques are greatly appreciated ^^

Characters and Story (c) AlexandeNight

Other pics from Scarlet Shadows: