A Washed Up Corpse

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

Alais struggled against the ropes bound around her slender wrists, vaguely hearing her captor descend the staircase, entering the room. But when she turned her head she saw a high elven woman, and when she told the mali’ame man to leave Alais couldn’t hide her relief.

 

But then the woman called her annoying, she hated annoying. She grabbed a beautifully decorated axe, walking back over. Too late.

 

Would anyone miss her? Or know she was dead? Even missing? No, they wouldn’t, she decided. She didn’t have many friends and none she saw regularly, none high elven admittedly. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. There was still so much she wanted to do, things to see, people to track down. He would never kn-

 

But then the axe buried into her skull, cutting her life abruptly and cruelly short.

On a somewhat distant shore, the headless corpse of a high elf woman washed up. Her purple dress was torn and ruined, and her jewelry had fallen off her arms. Only one gray shoe remained on her feet.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.