[Ollie wakes with a gasp, scrambling to her feet even as she grabs the knife hidden in her boot, fingers curled tight around the blade as she takes in her surroundings. Trees and dirt and water, none of those things are a metal cell, and it's the only thing that stops her from stabbing the first person she sees. If it was the hunters, she'd be dead. If it were the dealers, she'd be bound and drugged.
That means it's something else.
Slowly, Ollie lowers the knife, but that doesn't stop her from looking like a cornered wild animal.]
the forest
[A witch is a witch is a witch, even when she's taken from her world.
Ollie doesn't have the energy to care about the other people here, not when she desperately needs to get back to her coven, which is why she's already started working on a spell. A lot of what she needs is kept on her person, but there's almost always a fresh ingredient required.
That's what the rabbit she caught is for.
Anyone stumbling upon her better not be squeamish.]
draichurith
[A city is a scary thing, and one with dragons is even scarier, but Ollie needs supplies. More importantly, she needs answers, and she can only hope that someone in this land might have them.
It's going... as well as it can, until she spots a slaver in the street with a young woman in his grip, and suddenly she doesn't care about what she needs. Her survival almost always comes first, but there are some things she can't abide, and chains are one of them.
The whole thing happens surprisingly quickly; Ollie moves, the slaver's throat is slit, the shackles on the woman open, a man shouts, and Ollie runs. It's a bit of a scene, and with at least one armed man in pursuit, Ollie could probably use some help.]
ollie stallworth | original
[Ollie wakes with a gasp, scrambling to her feet even as she grabs the knife hidden in her boot, fingers curled tight around the blade as she takes in her surroundings. Trees and dirt and water, none of those things are a metal cell, and it's the only thing that stops her from stabbing the first person she sees. If it was the hunters, she'd be dead. If it were the dealers, she'd be bound and drugged.
That means it's something else.
Slowly, Ollie lowers the knife, but that doesn't stop her from looking like a cornered wild animal.]
the forest
[A witch is a witch is a witch, even when she's taken from her world.
Ollie doesn't have the energy to care about the other people here, not when she desperately needs to get back to her coven, which is why she's already started working on a spell. A lot of what she needs is kept on her person, but there's almost always a fresh ingredient required.
That's what the rabbit she caught is for.
Anyone stumbling upon her better not be squeamish.]
draichurith
[A city is a scary thing, and one with dragons is even scarier, but Ollie needs supplies. More importantly, she needs answers, and she can only hope that someone in this land might have them.
It's going... as well as it can, until she spots a slaver in the street with a young woman in his grip, and suddenly she doesn't care about what she needs. Her survival almost always comes first, but there are some things she can't abide, and chains are one of them.
The whole thing happens surprisingly quickly; Ollie moves, the slaver's throat is slit, the shackles on the woman open, a man shouts, and Ollie runs. It's a bit of a scene, and with at least one armed man in pursuit, Ollie could probably use some help.]