Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-5583506-20140816031515

(*Sits in silence at the sight at what I just have written.

Will also be my last post before bedtime. Sniff!)

Mara turned around at the sound of the loud howl. Then it became eerily quiet. Just the breeze from the ocean could be heard. She sat down on the stony beach and wrapped her arms around her before she began to cry and scream out loud.

"You stupid mongrel", she sobbed. "You should have come with me! Why didn't you run, damn it?! I loved you... It was supposed to be you and me..."

When she was crying out all her suffering at once she as interrupted by a sound. "You alright there, miss?" asked a kindly voice behind her.

She quickly turned the way the voice had been coming from and got ready to start running again, in case of a potential threat. But then she saw it was just a harmless fisherman on his raft coming into land. "N-no", she sobbed and dried her teary eyes on her arm. "No, I am not."

"Sorry to hear that", he answered and then pointed in Mournhold's direction. "Trust me, miss, you do not want to stay here. The Daedra have swarmed these lands killing anyone and anything. I have heard there are safe havens on Vvardenfell. I am headed there myself if you want to come?"

"No, thanks", she mumbled and stared blindly out over the shore. "I have nothing left. Nothing left except my life, but they can have it... if they want it... The only thing that mattered to me was him and now... he's gone."

"It sounds like you have lost someone important", said the Dunmer fisherman and removed his hat. "My condolences. We have all lost someone to these damned anchors. But I am giving you the possibility of a new life here. I am sure that his man whoever he was didn't want to see you dead." The Dunmer held out his hand for her to grab. "So, what do you say, hmm? Do you want to follow me to Vivec? And let all the emotional wounds heal and let all the pain go away?"

She hesitated at first and looked over the ridge from which had been coming from, expecting Varg to emerge victorious from the impossible odds of battle. But there was no one coming and she knew it.

She choked down another sob and then took the Dunmer's hand in an unsteady shake.