❛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒 ❜

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Insouciant (adj.) free from worry and anxiety

in • sou • ciant

The ground rushed up to meet her as she ducked into a roll, hissing as her crossbow bit into her skin

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The ground rushed up to meet her as she ducked into a roll, hissing as her crossbow bit into her skin. She quickly got up and continued to run, not glancing back at the small ledge she'd just jumped off from. Or at the wolves that were beginning to chase her.

Her feet carried her fast as her heart raced while she pushed herself harder. Elvina needed to find higher ground to take out the three predators behind her.

She stumbled when a snarl ripped through the air, undoubtedly, an invitation for others to join.

Eyeing a tree up ahead, Elvina leaped up, grunting as her body slammed into it. A searing hot pain spread through her stomach as she continued to climb, not hesitating, terrified of the wolves that barked from the bottom of the tree.

Elvina was high on adrenaline when she sat down on a branch. Agony was a dull throb over the rush as she angled the crossbow with trembling hands.

Her breathing stilled as she mapped out her targets. Three of the main wolves that were attacking her up front.

Her finger rapidly squeezed the trigger three times, thankful for the automatic reload.

The first bolt hit the eye.

The second bolt hit another's shoulder.

And the third went clean through the apparent alpha's skull.

Elvina waited as the wolves whimpered before backing away into the forest. She waited to make sure that they were really gone and once they were, she jumped down from the tree.

However, the second her feet touched the floor, a howl of agony ripped through her as she crumpled forward, holding her waist.

Her fingers brushed something sticky and her eyes blurred when they felt a protruding object from her stomach. Elvina's breathing came out in sharp pants as she slowly sat up and hesitantly glanced down, eyes shutting when she saw the mess.

The pain was almost unbearable now that the adrenaline rush had died down. She struggled to gasp as her hand wrapped around the stick-like object, figuring out a way to pull it out. Her robe was soaked in blood and so was the stick. She wiped some that was rolling down her skin before gathering her courage.

Swallowing deeply, she held her breath before tugging her hand outward.

She cried, the chords on her neck straining as Elvina tried to quieten down her sounds. After one final harsh pull, the stick came free and instantly, Elvina wrapped her hand around her wound, collapsing completely onto the grass that had now become tinted red with her blood.

She knew more would come at the scent of blood but she needed a way to stop the bleeding.

After a few minutes, Elvina slowly got up and ripped off a part of her robe, gasping occasionally when she moved in a way that hurt her.

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