Lost and Unfounded (Private)

Everything was still a bit of a haze. No matter how she tried to shake clean of it or manage to get around it, there would be a stumble and a collapsing. A heavy thud that echoed in the dark halls under massive weight. Weight unexpected of something that seemed to be more petite and frail than anything —if this were any ordinary person. A hand sliding along the smooth, but dusty wall to feel from within left her with nothing. There was no sound, no help, no guidance. Where... even was she? Nothing around her made sense, nothing seemed to give her any help seeing or anything past a hazy fog of memory. Though a faint light say in the distance, she slowly began to crawl towards it. Her legs hadn’t worked as well as she’d hoped they would or even could, but it made things harder in the end when she needed them the most. The light slowly got brighter through the hazy vision until finally she’d managed to emerge into the light of the sun. It was in that moment the light faded that she’d finally been granted the chance to see again.

Though... even that fell short quickly. Screaming and yelling bursted out, forcing her to jump in the fear of the moment. Rocks pelting her head and body, but her own refused to guard itself from the incoming projectiles. Her own voice tried to scream out to plead... nothing. As if her voice was stripped from her, she was silent, unmoving to a crowd of torches and instruments knowing they’d be used on her to try and finish her off. A sudden swift moving object swung towards her, and in a huge rush of instinct, a loud scream forced her arms over her head and her eyes shut. Her body quaking with fear, she felt nothing happen. The voices? Nothing. There were no sounds, no shadows casted over her but from the clouds that blocked out the sun in the moment.

Finally after a moment of her fearing in a huddled up ball, she looked up. There wasn’t a single person around... that’s when she knew it happened again. Ever since she’d left the unknown forest, she’d started to feel the fear that was welled up inside of her starting to turn into delusions. In the course of only a few weeks they’d boiled over into a fear that caused her to flee. Unable to see another person, even her own companions without succumbing to a fearful episode caused her to isolate herself into places where she’d thought nobody could find her. But, no matter that, there were things that didn’t add up about it that started to drive her to a point where her fear of people was able to worsen. Growing into a manic state where she was seeing all too real delusions of people mobbing after her and her body seeming to react as though it were defenseless had nearly broken her. It was a struggle to have come as far as she did before, doing what she was doing, but there was no explanation as to why this began to happen again. It.. almost felt as though it was clouding her memories as well. Being the last thing she could remember was running from the little town she grew up in.

But.. every once in a while she had these small flashbacks of a large claw.. or wings? Unexplainable to her in the moment, she had no realization that through the tattered clothes in several places, one left three large gash marks into the earthen body of the elemental. Where she was? It was unclear, but as frightened as she had been, it was sure that she wouldn’t be easy to approach either.

Silent panting left as she could feel as though her heart was racing at the speed of light from the fearful delusions of her mind playing tricks on her, fueling the already ptsd like feeling she already had getting worse by the passing day. It was strange, of all things she knew she didn’t have inside of her or even if she had, there wasn’t much that her memory could recall. Thankfully, it seemed with all of the feelings of her flashbacks and what not going away for the time being, she was able to relax and sit up for just a moment from the traumatic experiences. Behind her, a voice had made the bunny ears atop her head twitch one bent down a little towards the front of her body, but this voice was.. calming. It wasn’t harsh and belittling. There was no blaming, to lashing of verbal remarks or a forked tongue of distasteful words. No, it just sounded as though someone was trying to talk to her. That alone at first made her think it was another part of her mind, but it ceased to be so when the bunny girl turned around to see whom it was who was talking.

A singular man.. or boy, or whomever he was dressed in a cloak as white as the hair on his head smiling at her. Normally, a person’s reaction is to smile back and see it to be a sign of someone trusting to go to for help or to seek out. Not with this one. Once she realized he was real, she screamed and jumped up from the ground she was knelt on as a weapon, a spear with a cold like aura around had appeared in her hand. The weapons blade pointed towards him as the bunny girl hid mostly behind a partially broken column. ”Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are you!?” She screamed out in fear, near terror almost as it would look from the look in her eyes. It took her a moment, but soon she realized that her hand had been holding onto a weapon and with another yelp like scream, she dropped it and jumped back onto her rear end. Where did that even come from? How did she manage to make a weapon appear in her hand? ”Wh-Wh-Wh-Where am I?” Her body trembling as she had stared at the male from afar. Though, from the tattered clothing, the left forearm was visible by the bottom, showing what would still be part of the former Lamia Scale guild mark in a pink color.