ORIGINAL POST<br/><br/><em>The foresworn were out of control.</em>The thin leather of Kereva's boots did little to protect her from the falling snow. Her clothing was destroyed, almost all of it. The pack that she carried at her side, like the dead body of game, was mostly empty. The gown she was wearing had been ripped apart and left dirty under the hard iron boots of a foresworn rapist.<em>Her porch had felt so safe, they walked through it like kindling. She felt silly for even existing in such solitude, considering herself safe and independent... the irony shocked her.</em>The thick leather leggings that she usually had on were gone, also taken away by her western attacker. Her hair was dirty, and covered by a hood. She was all in brown, by mud and wet leather. the snow fall stuck to her hair. It was all was starting to freeze through. She tested the field between Eastmarsh and Windhelm. The fire's of the city were still many paces to go, she had yet to see them, or even the walls.<em>Four of them had ridden up on horseback, she'd killed two of them during the assault, but all of the bolts for her crossbow were out of reach. For a moment prolonged by their enjoyment, she was cornered in her four walled cabin directly across from the fireplace.</em><br/><br/><em>She was holding up her hands in a plea for mercy before they started to hit her.</em>'That was seven days ago,' she thought. Magicks had been used to heal herself on the shores of The Clearpine, a pond about 15 minutes South of her old home. Death had been her partner on the way. She had been letting blood out from four holes, and her vision was foggy from head trauma. Kereva was Traveling as far east as possible, as fast as possible.<em>She was a Nord. They hadn't let her forget that for a second. She submitted quickly, and her fireplace was let free by one of them. The cabin started to burn. She was carried outside onto the snow, and one man had requested to be left alone with her. That's when her clothing was discarded</em>Kereva didn't have any coin that first day. After ten hours walking, she arrived at Morthal, there one of the men employed at the inn had offered her a chance to prostitute herself. The offer wasn't missed.<em>The foresworn had completely defiled her, and he mistook her for a dead woman, defeated and crying on the ground, bleeding, and abused. But, he wasn't finished. As he was raping her, she took inventory of his weapon placements, he had left his axe on the snow in front of the burning porch. His Quiver of arrows laid, still, over ten feet away. But the dagger on his hip, that was only two inches above her hand, and the main artery in his armpit was only about 37.  It only took one moment of resistance. She was stronger then she looked, and the dagger was bigger than it looked. She shattered his ribs and stabbed his heart. He was dead, not even, five seconds after she had acted. He wasn't finished</em><br/><br/><em>That brought light to her heart, no matter how bad he had broken his way into her. She had finished him, and he wasn't finished.</em>Most of her belongings were burnt up. She had only one bottle of wine that had been acquired in Rorickstead, two blankets, three dresses: Two that were mostly diminished by the fire, and the one that was ripped and bloody from the assault. And, her crossbow which escaped the fire without a mark on it.<em>Wisely, Kereva stumbled into the house to retrieve anything that could be saved before the fire consumed her entire life.</em><br/><div align="center">#</div>In the last week she had been a whore four times, it seemed easy compared to the rape, almost enjoyable. But, she was beginning to hate the person she had become. As a proud Nord in the hills of solitude, she felt righteous and demur. Now, she felt like scum. the skin of her thighs must have looked like leather, she hadn't been cleaned. The snow had frozen the mud onto her body and her dress.<br/><br/>It was 21st of Midyear, and the sun was still climbing towards it's highest point in the sky. Her journey had come to an end, she had reached Windhelm. The walls were breached easily, her face was strong and her hair was blonde, the guards up front were more than welcome to let another Nord into the city. Once inside, Kereva found herself in the middle of a commotion. The Cloud district was full of dangerous folk, recognizable by their weapons and armour. But, just as easily recognizable by the cold look in their eyes. She couldn't help but take notice of them. In addition, some of them were taking notice of her. She felt culture shock, and it was a challenge to swallow. On the way here, she had traveled through five towns, and two of them had walls. None of them had as many people as there were in The Cloud district, right then. But she wasn't scared, only insecure. Her crossbow was strung up around her shoulder, and she was keen to the anxiety in the air. Most, if not all, of these people were waiting for something to happen.<br/><br/>There was a stench in the street that got her mind stirring. It was food, burning metals, Nords, and elves. Her luck had delivered her into this place at this time. The foresworn had assaulted her for being a Nord, the men of the hills were well aware of her existence, she had hunted with them for years. Now, a small army was traveling directly back from where she had just came from, if there was any vengenace in her heart at all, the idea may have excited her. But, she didn't even know what these people were gathering for, and her desires had sucked her directly into the inn. Although, she did<em>not</em>need to ask for it, she needed a bed and a bath. In no time, she got her way. There was coin in her pockets, now.<br/><br/>The bath was hot, the warmest she had felt in her entire life. Unwilling to sit in a pile of mud, Kereva had scrubbed the dirt off of her body before climbing inside. Another tub was beside her, but nobody was in it. She breathed slowly, trying to put the fragile pieces of her mind back together, like a clay pot, broken, and vital. Suddenly, a smile crossed her face, and it was hard to be angry. It was difficult to even remember why she was mad. The water was as powerful as her magicks. they only operated on different parts of her. "I could get used to this." she hummed into the perfect silence.<br/><br/>POST AFTER EDIT (affected text is in red)<br/><br/><em>The foresworn were out of control.</em>The thin leather of Kereva's boots did little to protect her from the falling snow. Her clothing was destroyed, almost all of it. The pack that she carried at her side, like the dead body of game, was mostly empty. The gown she was wearing had been ripped apart and left dirty under the hard iron boots of a foresworn rapist.<em>Her porch had felt so safe, they walked through it like kindling. She felt silly for even existing in such solitude, considering herself safe and independent... the irony shocked her.</em>The thick leather leggings that she usually had on were gone, also taken away by her western attacker. Her hair was dirty, and covered by a hood. She was all in brown, by mud and wet leather. the snow fall stuck to her hair. It was all was starting to freeze through. She tested the fields North of Whiterun. The fire's of the city were still many paces to go, she had yet to see them, or even the walls.<em>Four of them had ridden up on horseback, she'd killed two of them during the assault, but all of the bolts for her crossbow were out of reach. For a moment prolonged by their enjoyment, she was cornered in her four walled cabin directly across from the fireplace.</em><br/><br/><em>She was holding up her hands in a plea for mercy before they started to hit her.</em>'That was seven days ago,' she thought. Magicks had been used to heal herself on the shores of The Clearpine, a pond about 15 minutes South of her old home. Death had been her partner on the way. She had been letting blood out from four holes, and her vision was foggy from head trauma. Kereva was Traveling as far east as possible, as fast as possible.<em>She was a Nord. They hadn't let her forget that for a second. She submitted quickly, and her fireplace was let free by one of them. The cabin started to burn. She was carried outside onto the snow, and one man had requested to be left alone with her. That's when her clothing was discarded</em>Kereva didn't have any coin that first day. After ten hours walking, she arrived at Morthal, there one of the men employed at the inn had offered her a chance to prostitute herself. The offer wasn't missed.<em>The foresworn had completely defiled her, and he mistook her for a dead woman, defeated and crying on the ground, bleeding, and abused. But, he wasn't finished. As he was raping her, she took inventory of his weapon placements, he had left his axe on the snow in front of the burning porch. His Quiver of arrows laid, still, over ten feet away. But the dagger on his hip, that was only two inches above her hand, and the main artery in his armpit was only about 37.  It only took one moment of resistance. She was stronger then she looked, and the dagger was bigger than it looked. She shattered his ribs and stabbed his heart. He was dead, not even, five seconds after she had acted. He wasn't finished</em><br/><br/><em>That brought light to her heart, no matter how bad he had broken his way into her. She had finished him, and he wasn't finished.</em>Most of her belongings were burnt up. She had only one bottle of wine that had been acquired in Rorickstead, two blankets, three dresses: Two that were mostly diminished by the fire, and the one that was ripped and bloody from the assault. And, her crossbow which escaped the fire without a mark on it.<em>Wisely, Kereva stumbled into the house to retrieve anything that could be saved before the fire consumed her entire life.</em><br/><div align="center">#</div>In the last week she had been a whore four times, it seemed easy compared to the rape, almost enjoyable. But, she was beginning to hate the person she had become. As a proud Nord in the hills of solitude, she felt righteous and demur. Now, she felt like scum. the skin of her thighs must have looked like leather, she hadn't been cleaned. The snow had frozen the mud onto her body and her dress.<br/><br/>It was 21st of Midyear, and the sun was still climbing towards it's highest point in the sky. Her journey had come to an end, although she didn't know it, Whiterun's border's and farms surrounded her. The walls were breached easily, her face was strong and her hair was blonde, the guards up front were more than welcome to let another Nord into the city. Once inside, Kereva found herself in the middle of a commotion. All the streets were full of odd folk, She could see The Cloud district from the second level of the city. It was full of dangerous folk, recognizable by their weapons and armour. But, just as easily recognizable by the cold look in their eyes. She couldn't help but take notice of them. She felt culture shock, and it was a challenge to swallow. On the way here, she had traveled through five towns, and two of them had walls. None of them had as many people as there were in The Cloud district, right then. But she wasn't scared, only insecure. Her crossbow was strung up around her shoulder, and she was keen to the anxiety in the air. Most, if not all, of these people were waiting for something to happen.<br/><br/>There was a stench in the street that got her mind stirring. It was food, burning metals, Nords, and elves. Her luck had delivered her into this place at this time. The foresworn had assaulted her for being a Nord, the men of the hills were well aware of her existence, she had hunted with them for years. Now, a small army was traveling directly back from where she had just came from, if there was any vengenace in her heart at all, the idea may have excited her. But, she didn't even know what these people were gathering for, and her desires had sucked her directly into the inn. Although, she did<em>not</em>need to ask for it, she needed a bed and a bath. In no time, she got her way. There was coin in her pockets, now.<br/><br/>The bath was hot, the warmest she had felt in her entire life. Unwilling to sit in a pile of mud, Kereva had scrubbed the dirt off of her body before climbing inside. Another tub was beside her, but nobody was in it. She breathed slowly, trying to put the fragile pieces of her mind back together, like a clay pot, broken, and vital. Suddenly, a smile crossed her face, and it was hard to be angry. It was difficult to even remember why she was mad. The water was as powerful as her magicks. they only operated on different parts of her. "I could get used to this." she hummed into the perfect silence.<br/>