The woman stops, utterly exhausted. She looks behind her and sighs before continuing to flee from her pursuers. She ignores the loud wind rushing into her ears and throwing her long pink hair all over the place; she only has one thought on her mind right now: run.
The pinkette looks behind her every so often, and slightly smiles upon realizing the distance she has created between her and them, them being the trolls, who are after her blood. Trolls like to eat her kind, the elves.
She continues running as she remembers how she was caught off guard. She just finished eating the fish she just cooked, ready to settle into her small tent, when she suddenly heard a bloodcurdling screech. And she ran, but not before being slashed across her left arm.
Which brings her to her current predicament. The pink haired maiden stumbles to the ground, holding her arm in pain. However, her strong will and determination brings her to her feet once again. She spots a small house in the distance. Gritting her teeth, she thinks, If only I can get to that house, I'll be fine! I just need enough time to treat my wound, and then I'll be on my way! Determined, the pinkette runs as fast as her tired legs can carry her, running from her pursuers, one of who lets out another bloodcurdling roar.
Just a little bit farther-!
The pinkette takes one more giant run before slamming into the door. In a hurry, she throws the door ajar, rushes inside, and quickly shuts it. She hides beneath the window as the trolls eventually come through into the clearing, trying to sniff her out. The leader of the group points to another direction, and his followers follow him as they head towards it. The pinkette lets out a sigh of relief and suddenly clutches her arm, letting out a small moan of pain. She scrambles around for her small pack and takes out her mortar and pestle, crushing up some medicinal herbs she found in the forest by a small river before being attacked. Once finished, she puts the mashed up herbs on her arm and bandages it with scraps of clothing. She sighs deeply, resting her head back against the door and closing her eyes. After a little while, the pinkette checks her weapons, making sure her long sword is at its sharpest and her quiver is still intact and ready to impale any unfortunate soul who crosses her path. She also makes sure that her small daggers, or kunai, as her village calls them, are not bent. The pink haired maiden smiles in relief and decides to look around the small house that she took refuge in.
The one story house has four rooms; a kitchen, a bedroom which consists of a bed and a small dresser, a bathroom, and a small living space. This is only enough room for one person. The pinkette looks around the living space only to widen her eyes upon noticing the fireplace. The charcoal is freshly put out. The person living here might come back any minute.
Panicking, the pinkette rushes to her pack only to realize that it is missing. Her heart thumping out of her chest, she makes her way to the kitchen, spotting nobody. Slowly calming down, the pinkette turns around and-
"Who are you?" A face says dangerously close to her own.
"Ah!" The pinkette screams, quickly stepping away from the man and stepping into a defensive stance. Upon realizing that the man has pointed ears like her own, she relaxes just a bit.
"I asked, who are you?" The man repeats. The girl studies him for a few seconds, taking in his dark raven hair, onyx eyes, and elegant posture.
"S-Sakura H-Haruno, at your service." The woman says, slightly bowing. "And you?"
"Hn. Sasuke Uchiha. What are you doing in my house?"
"I took refuge from the trolls. I was attacked and in no condition to fight." The woman, now known as Sakura, replies, slightly pointing to her injured arm.
