<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Screaming desperately during the helter skelter rush through the darkened cave,  plunging through sunlight and finally the weightless gasp before the thing bearing Fern plummets.  Had her lungs not been crying out violently prior, the mad dive into the pool surely would have brought it.<br/><br/>Stabbing relentlessly at arms encircling her, at the face, neck, anything within reach Fern pays little regard to her surroundings save for the sudden lack of air to fill her lungs.  Choking, coughing violently as the beast carries its prize out of the water, across verdant fields.  Her shredded leathers falling from her in tatters.  Fern's attention elsewhere,  never notices nor would she care if she did..  living was far more important than modesty.