Snippet #1850254

Mounted and now riding, Johanne latched onto the beautiful maiden. She felt as if she was obligated to, seeing as how she helped her in her time of need. Oh, how she was so needy. So dependent on others. Could she not stand on her own to feet? Or, were her feet just not meant for standing? Was she supposed to depend on the kindness of others forever? Certainly not; that would most definitely get her killed! Johanne cringed and began to tear at her own thoughts. Most of the time, she was just so damn helpless. She wanted to help herself, she wanted to be independent. Like the strangers she met. So resourceful and skilled, not needing each other; able to bond together when needed. But how to do that was beyond Johanne's knowledge. She knew not everyone she was going to meet had good intentions, but hell if she could tell. Everyone seemed so honest to her. So trustworthy. But she was not handicapped! Though, it seemed like she was, she knew that at one point, she wasn't incapable. She knew she wasn't as vulnerable as most seen her. It got tiresome, always seeming desperate for another person, always needing someone to be there. Like her Master...

"Master... She whispered, gripping the clothes of Gwendolyn. The man she knew she needed, how was she going to live without him? No guidance, no idea of what they were even doing in this town; how the hell was she supposed to move on from this godforsaken town? Master would know...

The buck of the horse making her rub against her thigh, there, a raw branding design now bleeding out. She started to grind her teeth, pushing the pain to the back of her, now, overflowing mind.

How could she help those men? Up close and personal with those monster things could not be good. Perhaps she was biased due to her use of ranged weapons. But, she knew they could protect themselves, even others. Why would they want to help others? These strangers the men didn't even know. That could be contemplated, but for now...

"Madame? Pardon my asking, but your name?"