☠-q υ a r ι n т ι n e-☠ [Cry]

[CrimsonMoon]

A warden crouched on the roof a on of the priso blocks, the wind whipped across the young... person's face, a black bandage covering one side of their face and black hair being whipped around. they held a crossbow, in case any of the prisoners tried anything funny... was it sadistic that they enjoyed a little trouble now and then? Yes. Absoloutely. But for this one-eyed, slender warden; seeing people scramble around like ants was a game... all you had to do was step on one and they would scurry around in panic... they raise their crossbow, searching for an ant to stomp on...

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

One of the prisoners reemerged from the narrowed cavern, one of the many that made up the Pits of Hathsin. His arms were scratched and bleeding from reaching into jagged holes in the cavern's walls. His face was black from dirt and ash. In his hand he held a small geode, inside which, hopefully, rested a tiny bead of precious atium. Instead of looking triumphant, the young man looked... relieved. One more atium geode found, one more week he was allowed to live. If he didn't find one next week... it would be the end of him. When you were at the Pits of Hathsin, you took life one miserable day at a time.

[CrimsonMoon]

The Warden spots this young man, smiling faintly, and singing softly... Her voice was soft and gentle even as she sang the twisted melody," One mischievous little woodpecker. Another day, pecking your holes. Ruining the woods, tree wrecker..." She steadies the crossbow, the young woman gazing down the shaft pf the arrow

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

He looked at her, horror flashing across his face. He frantically held up the geode, showing her his prize. "See? I found it!" He waved it in front of him, and then repeated in a whisper, "I found it."

[CrimsonMoon]

Se narrows her steel grey eyes, he had found something... Still.... She frowns as she murmurs the song,"-The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife. Poor little wood pecker. Your nesting holes are all tainted, your food with toxins rife..." She lowers the crossbow and stands, her short black hair whipping in the wind over her bandaged eye..

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The young man's shoulders slumped and he fell to his hands and knees, exhausted. He couldn't live like this for much longer. Maybe it would be better to just die and be through with it. No one ever survived the Pits. No one ever escaped. Was it really worth living one more day? Was this suffering worth it?

[CrimsonMoon]

" Touch your friends, and they all will die falling at your feet
Oh, sad little woodpecker
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks..." She disappears from his sight before a few minutes later. The young woman suddenly appears again, the large crossbow over her back... She was heading straight for him, expressionless

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

He seemed puzzled for a few seconds. When she reappeared, though, he scrambled backward, almost falling right back into the pit he'd come from.

[CrimsonMoon]

She rolls her remaining steel grey eye and suddenly grabs his collar, hauling him to his feet," What's your name?" She asks in a deadly cold voice

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"D-Dynt," he stammered. He didn't try to pull out of her grasp, knowing it would probably only make things worse.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him for a moment before growling," Drop of the ore then come to me,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dynt scrambled off to give the geode to the proper authorities and then returned to the girl, his heart hammering. He had no idea what she had planned for him. In a place like this, though, it couldn't be anything good.

[CrimsonMoon]

She waits for him impatiently, her eye narrowed as she signals for him to follow," Come," she calls commandingly, walking away briskly

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dynt hurried after her, his head bent, feet shuffling.

[CrimsonMoon]

She walks quickly toward the the barracks where the wardens stayed... No prisoner went there and left alive..

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dynt's footsteps faulted when he realized where they were going. "I don't... Please..." he stammered.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Follow me," she snaps, grabbing his shirt and pulling him," Hurry. I don't have time to play much,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dynt staggered forward, holding back a whimper. Despite his thoughts earlier, he realized he didn't really want to die. As long as he was alive, there was still hope, however meager.

[CrimsonMoon]

She pulls open a huge door and waves him in," Hurry up,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Dynt stepped inside and looked around, his brow furrowed.