Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-25117112-20140810114449

A young woman was walking through Whiterun. The cold night air brushed against her hair, as she walked into yet again what seemed to be an endless flow of houses. She quickly turned around, she heard something. She looked at her surroundings. Nothing. She continued walking, picking up the pace. As she approached a dead end, she heard something again. Before she could react, a hand cupped over her mouth, and a dagger was pressed up to her throat. A tear dropped from her eye as she tried to scream, but the hand was tightly pressed over her mouth. The man cut across her throat with the dagger. Blood sprayed from her throat, and he held her for a second before, she went limp. Dead.