EklectikChik
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Tamara sank to her knees and smiled as her eyes caught site of the mushrooms she had been searching for. She was always careful to keep to the edge of the woods when the sun began to dip in the sky. With the dimming light, creatures came out to stalk for food and while she had never been overly afraid of such things, she had been taught to be cautious and Tamara usually followed the rules. She was still a young apprentice of magic, small and slight of frame. Even at 18, Tamara was tiny compared to most of her friends. Being fae gave her delicate graceful features and soft curves, with a wealth of dark hair that fell in a heavy silky mass to her hips and iridescent eyes that reminded most of opals.*
With her knees sinking into the rich soil around a thickly rooted tree, she began plucking the little mushrooms that popped through the rich soil. Like most Faes she had felt a deep connection to the earth and often dabbled with her inner powers, sinking her hands into flower beds and areas that she scouted around the woods, watching little blooms pop up. It gave her joy to make things grow.
Humming to herself, she gathered a few herbs that her mother had also specially requested, breathing in the cool fresh air and sighing contently. Children ran through the village streets, giggling and laughing, some yelling as they played games with one another and close knit neighbors, friends and family worked well together. Tamara was glad to be part of such a village where squabbling was minimal and everyone helped each other out. It was the way of things, Fae, Elf, Human and whatever other race alike.*
Dusting off the dirt from her knees, Tamara wove her way through the vegetable gardens and between houses when suddenly loud shouts broke out and a scream rang through. She gasped and shivered, the basket she held dropping to the ground as she took off running to see what the commotion was about. Centered in the village, a group of large, beastly looking were charging the village. She had never seen anyone quite like that, massive in height and girth, with green colored skin that resembled something close to an ogre. She stood frozen in place as one particularly ugly one picked up a human and shook the poor man before throwing him aside as if he were merely a rag. The man hit the side of a home with a sickening crunch as bones shattered and he fell to the ground, lifeless.*
With a thudding heart, Tamara clutched at the soft material of her skirt and glanced around frantically. Her friends were scattering here and there, trying to seek shelter. Women screamed for their children and the beasts roared, demanding their valuables. That's when her eyes landed on the toddler that stood before them, trembling and too frightened to move. Tamara knew him, a sweet little boy with laughing eyes and impish grin that was always getting into trouble. She watched in horror as the hulking figure sneered at the boy, spit flying from his upturned lips and a large hand reaching up to the sky to come down and swat the boy aside. She screamed, unable to stop herself and took off after the little boy. Her quick feet reached him just before the ugly creature smacked Thomas. She grasped the boy, shoving him between two buildings and screaming for him to hide when suddenly she was plucked up from the ground.
“Well well well...look what we have here.” The leader grinned as he held her squirming body up by an arm. She kicked and gasped as pain shot down her arm, his hold unrelenting, almost crushing her delicate bones. She squirmed, her breaths coming out in frightened pants as she stared at the dark eyed monster that had captured her. “I think I found myself a little treasure boys. This village is bare, lets take this bitch instead.”
Grunts and growls were exchanged and Tamara's beautiful eyes widened in sheer horror. “NO!”
The oaf laughed at that and threw her petite body over his shoulder, knocked the breath right out of her. She coughed and wheezed, the screamed again as his great big hand smacked down on her upturned bottom...
With her knees sinking into the rich soil around a thickly rooted tree, she began plucking the little mushrooms that popped through the rich soil. Like most Faes she had felt a deep connection to the earth and often dabbled with her inner powers, sinking her hands into flower beds and areas that she scouted around the woods, watching little blooms pop up. It gave her joy to make things grow.
Humming to herself, she gathered a few herbs that her mother had also specially requested, breathing in the cool fresh air and sighing contently. Children ran through the village streets, giggling and laughing, some yelling as they played games with one another and close knit neighbors, friends and family worked well together. Tamara was glad to be part of such a village where squabbling was minimal and everyone helped each other out. It was the way of things, Fae, Elf, Human and whatever other race alike.*
Dusting off the dirt from her knees, Tamara wove her way through the vegetable gardens and between houses when suddenly loud shouts broke out and a scream rang through. She gasped and shivered, the basket she held dropping to the ground as she took off running to see what the commotion was about. Centered in the village, a group of large, beastly looking were charging the village. She had never seen anyone quite like that, massive in height and girth, with green colored skin that resembled something close to an ogre. She stood frozen in place as one particularly ugly one picked up a human and shook the poor man before throwing him aside as if he were merely a rag. The man hit the side of a home with a sickening crunch as bones shattered and he fell to the ground, lifeless.*
With a thudding heart, Tamara clutched at the soft material of her skirt and glanced around frantically. Her friends were scattering here and there, trying to seek shelter. Women screamed for their children and the beasts roared, demanding their valuables. That's when her eyes landed on the toddler that stood before them, trembling and too frightened to move. Tamara knew him, a sweet little boy with laughing eyes and impish grin that was always getting into trouble. She watched in horror as the hulking figure sneered at the boy, spit flying from his upturned lips and a large hand reaching up to the sky to come down and swat the boy aside. She screamed, unable to stop herself and took off after the little boy. Her quick feet reached him just before the ugly creature smacked Thomas. She grasped the boy, shoving him between two buildings and screaming for him to hide when suddenly she was plucked up from the ground.
“Well well well...look what we have here.” The leader grinned as he held her squirming body up by an arm. She kicked and gasped as pain shot down her arm, his hold unrelenting, almost crushing her delicate bones. She squirmed, her breaths coming out in frightened pants as she stared at the dark eyed monster that had captured her. “I think I found myself a little treasure boys. This village is bare, lets take this bitch instead.”
Grunts and growls were exchanged and Tamara's beautiful eyes widened in sheer horror. “NO!”
The oaf laughed at that and threw her petite body over his shoulder, knocked the breath right out of her. She coughed and wheezed, the screamed again as his great big hand smacked down on her upturned bottom...