<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Macedon [Woodland Area -- Clearing]<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Senadra, Blaque<br/><br/><br/>Isolde sighed heavily while hugging the bear pelt tightly against her body recalling the events that occurred in the last few hours. The young woman who had identified herself as Sam had seemed so excited to invite Isolde to join her traveling companions; when she was left in the silence of the wood and overflowing vegetation with nothing to show from their encounter, except a hefty sized portion of the bear hide, the young woman could only feel disheartened about her obvious rejection. While they worked gutting the bear and prepping any usable meat or furs, the two talked effortlessly. It was obvious to Isolde that they had made a connection and could have become really good friends. However once they finished, Samantha apologized with a sorrowful look without really explaining what had changed before returning to her brother leaving Isolde to brood by her lonesome amidst the quiet the forest clearing provided. The sound of flowing water was the only thing which provided the young girl with some form of comfort.<br/><br/>Isolde pushed herself upwards into a standing position with her feet shoulder-length apart from each other. The young woman brushed the ravenous strands of hair from her face before swiftly moving to gather her belongings. In only a few short hours, the darkness would envelop everything which would make traveling in these woods not only more difficult in regards to avoiding unwanted or unnecessary obstacles but it would also make the journey more dangerous. Hopefully within the limited amount of time available, she would be able to stumble upon a fairly populated area with perhaps an inn or even a personal home which she could pay what little money she had to stay in the owners’ care for the night.<br/><br/>The young woman could hear the various animals which loudly announced their presence, as well as the quieter breaking of twigs and movement of branches from those who wished to get a closer look at the fleshy, exhausted human who dare to impede upon their territory. Unfortunately, Isolde was more worried about the wafting scent of the blood which had covered her body and was not yet entirely dried. This particular element would attract creatures which the young woman was not prepared to deal with. “I should have been a warrior,” Isolde smiled wryly while imagining her wearing a metallic, bulky suit of armor and carrying around a sword twice the size of her petite figure. The woman allowed a giggle to escape her unusually thin lips which were painted in a light coral glaze. The cleric allowed her mind to wander easing the burden of her worries at least for the time being.<br/><br/>Isolde who had been traveling at a meager pace halted abruptly with her eyes wide with fear. She struggled amidst the wildly growing foliage to remain silent as to not alert anything or in this particular situation, anyone to her presence. As she had been walking, the young woman had barely managed to hear the voices of at least two people who had been chatting. This encounter was probably the one that weighed on her mind the most. Humans were unpredictable, especially in these times. It may have been a mere coincidence; however, this information worked out to her advantage as they did not seem to notice her presence as of yet. She could not quite make out the words to figure out whether or not the strangers were friendly. As the young woman bit her lower lip in frustration, she certainly realized the dangers in revealing herself to anyone who might do her harm or take advantage of her.<br/><br/>Lowering her body to be parallel to the ground, the fair-skinned maiden pulled herself through the maze of brush trying to get a closer look. Her speed was comparable to that of a turtle; though, the young woman was not convinced that she was traveling at equal speeds with the tortoise creature and that she was giving herself too much benefit of the doubt. She carefully avoided anything that might alert the strangers to her presence. Meanwhile, she managed to stab her hand with a sharp rock which lay on the ground. Isolde had been so busy avoiding any extra noise that she managed to forget about the placement of her own body and safety.<strong>“Oww,”</strong>the young woman mumbled crawling to her knees and putting the wound into her mouth out of habit.<br/><br/>After a few moments of sulking at her careless behavior, she looked up to notice the two strangers whom she had been attempting to hide from. The first thing which appeared to Isolde was the lack of clothing on the woman.<em>‘She does not seem to mind his presence,’</em>the young woman noticed while quickly averting her eyes from the two of them determining that she had stumbled upon something which was not meant for her eyes. From an outside view, the woman’s body had become very stiff obviously not knowing how to respond to the situation. With her brows furrowed, you could see the panic in her eyes and her cheeks which were tinted a bright, tomato red.<br/><br/><strong>“I-I am sorry to interrupt,”</strong>Isolde stuttered before turning on her heels and beginning to walk away.