Post by Kaia on Aug 24, 2005 18:49:40 GMT -5
Down far below it was classic late summer weather, but not up here on a high mountain. A strong, frosty wind stung Kaia's face. Snow blew everywhere around her leaving little clarity. From afar she looked only like a black figure forcing it's way through the snow. Closer up you would have been able to identify the girl for who she was.
Kaia's long black hair whipped in the gales, deep blue eyes peered determinedly out from behind it. Her cheeks had gone bright red and contrasted with her pale complexion. What could have driven her all the way up here. Her uncle that was who, he lived on this mountain, Kaia who had always had a sheer disliking to her uncle was now even less fond of him for many reasons.
Her uncle though had something that was rightfully hers, it had once been her mothers, before she died. Driven by this thought she continued, near frozen by the blistering cold. She waded knee deep through the snow which made her move slowly.
Far off in the distance she could see a light, as she moved closer it grew clearer and clearer, until she was standing in front of a small rickety old cottage where a light shone through a window. Peering inside it she saw him, her uncle lying on the couch asleep and snoring so loudly she could hear him from where she stood outside. He had always been a drunk.
Sneaking around to the other side of the house she opened the back door, 'Finally some luck it is not locked.' She stepped into a dirty old kitchen that attached to the living room where her uncle slept.
She had to get upstairs all the way to his room just to find what she was looking for. Peeking her head out from the corner she saw the staircase that led to the lone upstairs room of her uncle. A deep breath and she was off sneaking across the room. Just as she was about to reach the stair she heard a grunt. Turning her head swiftly she watched, stalk still as the smelly man shifted positions.
Her heart now racing she quickly went up the stairs and through a old door. The room consisted of a bed, liquor case, a moldy looking carpet, and a wardrobe. 'Where could it be?' she thought discouraged and then she saw it, a thick metal box on top of a shelf high up.
Standing on the tips of her toes she could just reach it. After fiddling with the thick lock for a few moments she reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick metal wire to use to pick the lock with. As soon as she had slotted it in though she heard a grunt and a creak on the stairs.
Her heart now racing she drew a deep breath and continued fiddling with the lock. The footstep were drawing nearer, and were now almost at the door. She had no choice. Snatching the box off of its shelf she ran into the wardrobe and shut its door just in time. She could hear the door handle turning and then opening with a loud creek. Heavy footsteps followed. They stopped for a moment and then began to make their way to the wardrobe. Kaia inched her way farther back and felt something smooth against her hand. She could just make out the shape in the dark. It was a bottle of strong wine. 'Damn it. He must feel like something with a bit more alcohol then usual,' she thought.
The wardrobe door swung open just as she was thinking this, the stench that followed her uncle everywhere filled her nose. There was noting for it, she clutched the box tightly to her. She had been seen and she knew he had spotted the box. His mouth curled into a snarl but she did what she had to do. Dealing him a hard kick in his fat gut she watched as he bent over winded.
Running at top speed down the stairs she could hear his footsteps behind her. She fell over the rug and landed on something sharp that shattered under her leg. She looked down to see a broken bottle and a long cut through her black pants, revealing a stream of blood. There was no time to stop though. Getting up she ran out the door into the night and met cold snow. Pushing through it as fast as she could she risked a glance behind her. Her uncle was right on her trail. She was running and gaining speed when she fell, straight through the snow and hit a hard floor.
With a groan she sat up and rubbed her head, before realizing what had happened. She muffled her breath and heard the old man above her, breathing hard. For what seemed like hours he stayed there. Then his crunching footsteps began again and went farther away. 'He didn't see the hole!' she thought relieved.
She layed back but then heard something else. Somebody breathing right near her. Hands on her twin swords she spoke out, "Who is there?"
Kaia's long black hair whipped in the gales, deep blue eyes peered determinedly out from behind it. Her cheeks had gone bright red and contrasted with her pale complexion. What could have driven her all the way up here. Her uncle that was who, he lived on this mountain, Kaia who had always had a sheer disliking to her uncle was now even less fond of him for many reasons.
Her uncle though had something that was rightfully hers, it had once been her mothers, before she died. Driven by this thought she continued, near frozen by the blistering cold. She waded knee deep through the snow which made her move slowly.
Far off in the distance she could see a light, as she moved closer it grew clearer and clearer, until she was standing in front of a small rickety old cottage where a light shone through a window. Peering inside it she saw him, her uncle lying on the couch asleep and snoring so loudly she could hear him from where she stood outside. He had always been a drunk.
Sneaking around to the other side of the house she opened the back door, 'Finally some luck it is not locked.' She stepped into a dirty old kitchen that attached to the living room where her uncle slept.
She had to get upstairs all the way to his room just to find what she was looking for. Peeking her head out from the corner she saw the staircase that led to the lone upstairs room of her uncle. A deep breath and she was off sneaking across the room. Just as she was about to reach the stair she heard a grunt. Turning her head swiftly she watched, stalk still as the smelly man shifted positions.
Her heart now racing she quickly went up the stairs and through a old door. The room consisted of a bed, liquor case, a moldy looking carpet, and a wardrobe. 'Where could it be?' she thought discouraged and then she saw it, a thick metal box on top of a shelf high up.
Standing on the tips of her toes she could just reach it. After fiddling with the thick lock for a few moments she reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick metal wire to use to pick the lock with. As soon as she had slotted it in though she heard a grunt and a creak on the stairs.
Her heart now racing she drew a deep breath and continued fiddling with the lock. The footstep were drawing nearer, and were now almost at the door. She had no choice. Snatching the box off of its shelf she ran into the wardrobe and shut its door just in time. She could hear the door handle turning and then opening with a loud creek. Heavy footsteps followed. They stopped for a moment and then began to make their way to the wardrobe. Kaia inched her way farther back and felt something smooth against her hand. She could just make out the shape in the dark. It was a bottle of strong wine. 'Damn it. He must feel like something with a bit more alcohol then usual,' she thought.
The wardrobe door swung open just as she was thinking this, the stench that followed her uncle everywhere filled her nose. There was noting for it, she clutched the box tightly to her. She had been seen and she knew he had spotted the box. His mouth curled into a snarl but she did what she had to do. Dealing him a hard kick in his fat gut she watched as he bent over winded.
Running at top speed down the stairs she could hear his footsteps behind her. She fell over the rug and landed on something sharp that shattered under her leg. She looked down to see a broken bottle and a long cut through her black pants, revealing a stream of blood. There was no time to stop though. Getting up she ran out the door into the night and met cold snow. Pushing through it as fast as she could she risked a glance behind her. Her uncle was right on her trail. She was running and gaining speed when she fell, straight through the snow and hit a hard floor.
With a groan she sat up and rubbed her head, before realizing what had happened. She muffled her breath and heard the old man above her, breathing hard. For what seemed like hours he stayed there. Then his crunching footsteps began again and went farther away. 'He didn't see the hole!' she thought relieved.
She layed back but then heard something else. Somebody breathing right near her. Hands on her twin swords she spoke out, "Who is there?"
In paragraph 5 of my last post lol.
Frightened a bit she pulled out her bow and was ready for any attack! 