<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/db/e9/cf/dbe9cf5fe0e93ceb0b2c4707e6679664--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div>"Fu....fucker!" Sophie exclaimed, panting heavily, lobbing another well aimed kick at the thoroughly unconscious drunk who simply grunted and rolled over as if the freezing cobblestones of the street were a big, fluffy pillow.<br/><br/>She stood there for a moment, doubled over, hands on knees trying desperately to catch her breath. One foot sweaty, the other cold on the cobblestones. Her body ached and in the distance, she heard the faint chime of a bell. She shivered, feeling a weird warmth permeate her body and for a second there was an odd light in her eyes. It was as if someone had just breathed a flame into life before snuffing it out just as quickly and once again she found herself shuddering in the cold night air.<br/><br/>As they hobbled, boot in hand, clothing a little more ripped and a fair bit dirtier, she was at least grateful that her body wasn't as tender as it had been moments ago. Had she been more aware or it had been brighter outside she may have noticed that a fair number of her scratches and scrapes had knitted together in a very short span of time. Eventually, they found the stables and they were bad enough that it made curling up in the street seem somewhat appetizing. They had rummaged and located some moth and possibly goat eaten blankets with holes in them that matched their patchwork dignity and curled up on the least moldy section of ancient straw, neither one of them having the strength of body or will to carry on conversation.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The food had been amazing. Roasted side of boar seasoned with garlic, rosemary, and pears. Towering mounds of potatoes, okra, yams, and corn littered the table like glistening gems. The wine had flowed as freely as the soft feather fabric of the ladies gowns that night. It was so good to be home, curled up in her enormous feather stuffed bed, layered in sheets of silks and satins. She knew it was only a matter of time before...<br/><br/>Yep, there it was. Her father standing over her, gently waking her up.<br/><br/><em>“Rise and shine precious!”</em><br/><br/>She tried to roll away, and when that didn't work she reached out blindly, groping through the air to find him and push him off.<br/><br/>"No... No, Daddy, don't." She complained in the signature pouty voice that always got her what she wanted.<br/><br/>"No, Daddy. Stop touching me..."<br/><br/>Though slurred, her words were clear and she struggled, turning her body in the straw. Suddenly she realized how very cold it was. She heaved herself up, and reached for her face, sweeping her hair from her eyes. But it wasn't just her midnight blueish hair she was pulling out from her lashes, but bits of straw clung to her face, particularly from where she had been drooling.<br/><br/>"Huh...?"<br/><br/>She looked to her side to find Les snoozing happily away, having pulled all of the blankets around herself during the night. Sophia had half a mind to pry them back off of her greedy bedmate when something out of the corner of her eyes caught her attention.<br/><br/>Several long and awkward seconds of her staring blankly into the man from the night before's indifferent pale blue eyes before her sleep addled brain managed to finally make traction.<br/><br/>The shriek that rent the air probably startled every drunk within a three-mile radius and the pigeons roosting nearby flapped into the air in alarm. Despite her bruised and sore body, Sophia was on her feet, her hair, straw, and god only knows what else in every direction and her tunic slipping dangerously low over her bare shoulder and lunged clumsily at him, swinging and swiping in every direction.<br/><br/>"Get away, you fucking pervert!" she yelled, attempting to slap, claw, punch, and mangle the man as best she could, despite her hair obstructing most of her view. Fitting calling him that when you considered her outfit made her look more like one of the local hard luck whores.<br/><br/>"Don't you fucking touch us. Help! HELP!"<br/><br/>For whatever reason she couldn't manage to land a single hit, but that didn't stop her from giving it her best and most enthusiastic shot.