Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-3293219-20140726221727

Niall was dragged into the bowels of the ship, his feet dragged along the wooden floor of the ghostly galleon as he was dragged away, feeling sick, disgusted and disappointed. With Landyt, with himself…

''Lianne… Diana… E-Elise… I killed them! This… This is all my fau-!” ''He gasped as he was thrown forward, landing hard, with a thud on the floor of some sort of prison cell. The floor beneath him was wooden but he was surrounded by iron bars, which were connected to an iron door, which swiftly shut behind him.

He gasped and panted heavily, looking around as his eyes began to water, pulling himself up to his hands and knees and crawling over to the nearest corner, curling up into a ball and pressing his forehead against his forearms as he began to shiver, crying into his sleeves.

“H-Hey…” A voice whispered, a woman’s voice, which was almost… soothing. It was so… calming that it made him look up, though maybe he was just delusional, due to his recent ordeal.

“Y-Yeah?” He asked, wiping the tears from his eyes as an almost angelic woman appeared before him, knelt in front of him, with a nervous smile. Her hair was jet black and it had been beautifully tied back, her eyes were green, resembling elven eyes, Bosmeri to be precise. Her ears were also pointed, suggesting that she was a half breed, most likely an imperial/bosmer.

She continued to look to him, giving him a slight smile as she gestured to his side.

“You gonna eat that?”

Niall looked to his side, seeing a small wooden bowl, full of some… green watery stuff, that was possibly food. It was most likely gruel, gruel that he didn’t intend to eat.

“N-No…” He sniffed, hugging his knees.

“I’ll… Probably just… throw it up.”

“Oh…” The Half-Breed replied, sounding kind of put out.

“Well… Can I have it?”

Niall looked up, seeming somewhat annoyed by her dropping her sympathetic façade.

“I… Guess…”

That was all the obnoxious girl needed, she snatched the bowl and its wooden spoon, looking into the slop, with a grin.

“More gruel for Mona!” She beamed before slurping it up.