<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:   Shrine to Lolth<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Near death, being healed<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  GM<br/><hr/><br/>Brihe faded in and out of consciousness.  She was vaguely aware that she was being carried somewhere, she didn't know where, but she suspected that it was to be dumped somewhere under the assumption that she wouldn't survive these wounds.  And given the amount of blood that she'd lost, she knew that they were right.  She wouldn't survive this and she was alright with that.  She had gone out fighting and had killed her opponent.  A warrior couldn't ask for a better death than that.  Her only regret was that she hadn't gotten a chance to play with the pretty thing before she died.  But hopefully she would have plenty of pretty things to play with in the afterlife. However, it would seem that that wasn't what fate had in store for her as she realized that she wasn't being carried to be tossed aside, but rather they seemed to be taking her into some sort of shrine.  This confused her as she knew that these bastards weren't about to give her any sort of proper send-off, so why waste time bringing her here.  Unless death was not what they intended for her.<br/><br/>Or perhaps it was as her eyes, barely open, caught sight of a massive spider and knew what they were going to do.  They were going to feed her to that thing and she would not allow that to happen without a fight.  She didn't have much strength left, but she began to struggle against the men carrying her, causing them to nearly drop her on the floor.  Not that it would've done her much good as she knew she didn't have the strength to run even if she could get her feet underneath her.  But maybe she could get a sword and fight, force them to kill her first.  Only she didn't get free and soon she felt a hand on her face and the voice of Jorlan cut through her panic, telling her it was nothing but a stature.  She slowly stopped fighting and looked again to see his words rang true, though why he would tell her this was beyond her.  All she knew was that she had used most of her remaining strength there and she continued to fade in and out slowly.<br/><br/>What happened next was unclear to Brihe, but she knew that she had been laid on something soft and comfortable and for a moment, she thought that she had finally died and gone to whatever afterlife awaited her.  But then she felt pain as something pressed against the wound in her neck and she couldn't help it.  She let out a distinctly unwarrior-like whimper as her body instinctively writhed in the pain that she was feeling.  Then she felt something else, someone holding her hand and a voice telling her to stop resisting.  It took her a moment to place the voice as belonging to the same bastard who made her fight that beast.  But the tone of his words was far softer now, at least to her.  When he spoke in his own language to whoever was touching her, the sternness returned.  In pain, confused, and weak from blood loss, Brihe did the one thing that she rarely did and complied.<br/><br/>She lay there, hearing words but not understanding the language as the Jorlan and the woman would speak back and forth for a moment before silence would take hold aside from the labored breathing of Brihe, whose life was still hanging by a thread.  That was until she felt something cool press against her neck and then she felt a surge of pain more painful than when the beast ripped her throat open in the first place.  A cry of pain ripped from her body as every muscle in her body tightened and her body practically rose off the bed before she would collapse back down onto it.  Traces of the pain remained, but when it faded, she felt different.  More alive.  As though she wasn't dying anymore.  And when she felt a hand against her throat, she realized that it wasn't ripped open anymore, but rather healed.  Slowly, she sorted out what had happened and confusion crossed her features as she turned her head slightly to look up at Jorlan.<br/><br/>"Why not let me die?" she asked in confusion, "Was ready to die.  Killed fucking beast.  Honorable death."  She was still so very weak, but she knew now she would live.  Jorlan had seen to that, but she did not understand why.  Or perhaps she did.  The look in his eyes was different, but she had seen it before.  Then something he had called her moments before rang in her ears.  'My pet.'  Why those words.  But she didn't say anything.  She knew, whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was at his mercy in that moment.  Too weak to fight despite the healing.  So she just stared at him, eyes questioning as she wondered what his intentions were now that she would live.