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Bruises VilkasXTauri(OC ) (1)

This was a request that I received eons ago from deadgirl300. I hope you like it.

I awoke to the sound of rustling leaves and something soft falling on my nose. I let out a protesting groan as I tried to lift myself off the ground. Taking in several shaky breaths before scanning the room, I noticed empty bottles of mead and several strange stains on the stone wall and floor. I looked up, noticing a small barred window, the breeze mixing up the odd smells that permeated the small room.
I push myself to my hands and knees, looking for something to pull myself up with. I looked around the room, and saw a small silver handle. I reached for it, pulling myself off the ground. Finally standing, I allow myself to rest on the cold stone wall. Closing my eyes, I try to remember last night, but every time I got close to figuring it out, everything got fuzzy and it hurt.
"Wait until those filthy beasts arrive to save one of their poor warriors!", I heard a man say.
I look around for him, but a wall outside the cell blocks my view.
I look down at my wrists, they're bound with leather. I look for a way to cut the binds, but there's only a small pebble and a few small plants growing from the dirt floor.
I give up, letting myself fall back to the ground. Upon sitting, I feel a small lump in my pocket. Struggling, I pulled the unknown object from my pocket. It was a small dagger.
"Praise the gods!" I whisper, not wanting to alarm the man on the other side of the wall.
I use the small weapon to cut the leather from my wrists.
Alone and afraid, I pace back and forth through the cell, curious about the others back at home.
Did they miss me?
Do they know I'm gone?
Will they come for me?
Will Vilkas come for me?
I think for what seems like eternity before I decide to settle in a small corner of the room by some small plants.
Creating a pillow out of them, I lay my head down on the soft leaves, questions still racing through my mind?
I dwell on the thoughts of my companions, one by one, until I think of Vilkas.
"Vilkas, I hope you come for me." I whisper.
Thinking about him made it easy to drift off the sleep. I felt safe, for now.