basts_tail ([personal profile] basts_tail) wrote2006-09-15 06:39 pm

[Forsaken] Training...

She woke that morning, and it was dark. As she stirred, a sound was heard in the room, and a body sat down on her bed. She tried to open her eyes, and could not, realizing she was blindfolded. Fear bloomed in the pit of her stomach, her lips went dry.



A hand touched her face lightly, fingertips moving over her skin, the blindfold, her lips. The hand gathered the bed clothes, and drew them back from her, one hand holding on to her shoulder, stopping her from getting away. She knew the touch, and the scent, her ofacultry senses sharpened by the loss of her sight.



Once the bedclothes were removed, the hands clasped hers, and drew her out of bed, to her feet. When River went to speak, one finger touched her lips, warning her to be silent. The hands guide her out of the room, outside, and then withdraw. She goes to remove her blindfold, and suddenly they are back, pulling her hands away, so she remains without her sight. The hands withdraw again, and River stands barefoot, the early morning sun beating down on her, with only hearing and scent to help her.

[to be continued...]