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I'm not interested in being easy on the eyes. I want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise. I want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking.
Wren stood up impatiently. Ten minutes had gone by and the night was as still as the moon, an everlasting emblem glowing in the inky black sky. Her bow at her side, she started moving in the direction she thought Jon had gone. The wind had swept away the footprints, but she was sure he had went the way she was following. The absence of the fire chilled her skin and made the tip of her nose redden as she ventured into the woods.
Trees loomed ominously over her head, their branches stretching out in a feverish yawn. The snow crunched under her feet as she breathed in snowflakes, their icy talons coating the inside of her throat. She saw no one in sight, but she kept moving further into the forest, even though something ached in her chest and told her to fall back to the fire.
"Jon?" She whispered, just as a rustling came from the left of her. Carefully, she reached back into her quiver and slipped an arrow in between her fingers, the wood thin and ready to fly. Notching the arrow in place, she began to raise it, but an arrow zoomed toward her at an incredible rate that she only had moments to react to. Diving down, she summersaulted through the snow before hiding in a clump of bushes. Through the thorn ridden bush, she saw a tall man dressed in thick clothes leaning against a tree, a bow in his hands as well.
It wasn't Jon.
Wren breathed quietly out through her nose and raised her bow, pulling the string back. She held her breath as the tip of her arrow pointed at his chest. She had never killed someone before, but now someone was trying to kill her. If Ned was with her he would tell her to aim and aim true. Swallowing, she was just about to let the arrow go when someone's arrow from a different direction landed in her shoulder next to her collarbone. She was about to cry out before a hand clamped around her mouth. Even through the pain of her new wound, she bit down on the hand, ignoring the vomit that threatened to come up as she ripped the skin off their palm. They cried out and retreated, giving her enough time to crawl away and spit out the warm blood that had instantly flowed into her mouth.
Whimpering from the pain that spread throughout her arm, she didn't dare pull out the arrow. Another hand grasped her ankle and started dragging her backwards. "Jon!" Wren screamed as she looked back to see the tall man, his piercing green eyes unsettling her. She could taste the strangers blood in her mouth as she clawed at the snow.
The man pulling at her and climbed on top of her, shaking his head in disapproval while pulling out a knife. Wren kicked and fought him, even as her shoulder burned in searing agony. "Get off me you savage!" She growled as he brought the knife dangerously close to her throat.
His sharp features and lightly bearded face peered down at her as she glared at him. Gathering all the saliva in her mouth, she planned to spit on him, as he had all of her limbs pinned to the ground.
"What are you waiting for?" The man she had bitten heaved out, clutching his hand to stop the blood flow. "Finish him off!" He urged, a dark hunger for her death gleaming in his soulless eyes.
Wren stared back at the man hovering over her, unsure of why he hadn't sliced open her throat yet.
Suddenly, his hands twirled a piece of her brown hair around his finger until it fell from his grasp. He smirked, "some Crow for a girl."
Wren's face paled, but made sure her face was screwed up in confusion. "What are you talking about, I'm a bloody boy!"
The man threw his head back and laughed, "you're a bloody girl of the Night's Watch! How'd you like that?" He turned to his bleeding friend.
"Have your way with her then, I need fucking stitches," he turned away from them.
At those words, Wren bared her bloody teeth at him and then proceeded to spit in his face, a piece of his friend's skin flying from her mouth. He didn't wipe it away as he smiled down at her. "I think Mance will have more fun with this one, don't ya think?"
Wren stayed silent as her fate was sealed with an unhappy grunt from the man. "Your father is gonna be pissed when he sees this fucking shit," he heaved himself to his feet, pulling rope from one of the flaps of his heavy clothes.
Wren struggled against them as they yanked the arrow from her shoulder and flipped her onto her stomach, tying her hands behind her back. Wren took it as a moment to eat some snow and wash out the foul taste of human blood in her mouth. Flipping her back around, the man with green eyes lifted her up to her feet and took her bow and arrows, handing it to his friend. He then proceeded to lift her up and over his broad shoulder. Huffing out, she felt all the blood in her body rush to her head as they started walking.
"By the way, you scream out for your little boyfriend again, I'll gladly rip your fingernails one by one from your precious fingers," the man who was gripping his hand still, threatened her menacingly.
Wren, who knew she was in deep shit already, blew him a kiss.
A/N:it's a little short but this is what i've been waiting for! wren's story is officially about to start! yes, jon will be back in future chapters but for now it's going to be all about wren and her new journey. this is going to be interesting to write and i hope you guys enjoy. i figures is written enough about jon and started focusing on our main character lmaoo. thank you all for your support on this story, it means lots. xx
