Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
Pain was the first thing she became aware of, pain in her limbs and a throbbing in her head. The next thing she became aware of was the fact that she was not in her bed, in fact whatever she was lying upon was hard, cold, and steadily moving. As her mind muddled through all the sensations assaulting her, she began to shift about trying to alleviate some of the pain in her limbs. She was stiff, insanely so, but she found she was unable to shift about in her moving prison.
Panic was not something she could feel nor was fear, but as she slowly struggled back to the world of the waking her anxiety peaked. Her heart began to pound painfully in her chest and she struggled further in her small prison, causing someone that was carrying her cold prison to curse in an unknown tongue. Frowning, bright sapphire eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by darkness, though, she had expected nothing less.
Panic was not something she could feel nor was fear, but as she slowly struggled back to the world of the waking her anxiety peaked. Her heart began to pound painfully in her chest and she struggled further in her small prison, causing someone that was carrying her cold prison to curse in an unknown tongue. Frowning, bright sapphire eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by darkness, though, she had expected nothing less.