Chatterbox: Inkwell

New Role Play Story!

Anyone who wants to join can!  Let's try to keep the archnemeses (plural of nemesis is nemeses, Admin) down to a max of five, persay; same with the heroes.  Let's get cracking, shall we?

The young woman sprang through the undergrowth of the forest.  Her clothing helped her blend in with the forest, but she did not need the camoflage.  Her hunting knife lay across her right hip, and her quiver and bow across her back, both within easy reach.  Her brown locks flew out behind her, her brown eyes wide with fear.  The men behind her must not discover Rihana!  She attempted to increase her speed in vain; the day's events had exausted her. Somewhere behind her, she heard a shout. The men were almost upon her!  She spun around and halted to draw her hunting knife from it's sheath.  A knife shot out from nowhere, hitting it's target in the side.  The maiden collapsed, unconscious , just as the men  appeared out of the forest now in front of her.  As the men carried her out of the forest, her hair fell back, revealing a single, perfectly pointed ear.