Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth had been sleeping peacefully for once, when she suddenly woken up by the feel of a hand covering her mouth. She's startled awake, her eyes wide as she looks up at Flint, seeing the Tomahawk in his hand. Automatically, her thoughts went to what she thought to be the worst case scenario. She had let her guard down, and now he's going to kill her and run off. But when she sees him motion for her to stay quiet, she realizes that it's something else entirely. When he takes his hand away from her mouth, she glances over at the beasts after he nods in their direction. Her eyes widen, never having seen these creatures before.
Elizabeth slowly gets to her feet, careful not to make any noise. She grabs her sword and her dagger up off the ground, her eyes locked on the creatures. She'd heard stories about them, but never really listened, assuming they were just that, stories. Stories told by old men who looking for a few more seconds of glory. She swallows hard, wishing now that she had listened to the stories. Glancing between Flint and the beasts, she's not sure what to do. Her heart is racing in her chest as she watches the beasts. They poke around their camp a few more moments, one of them coming across Elizabeth's apple core. The creature picks it up, eating it in the blink of an eye. They sniff around a little while longer before the start to move away from the camp. Elizabeth stays still not wanting to make a sound and draw the creatures attention back to them.
Elizabeth had been sleeping peacefully for once, when she suddenly woken up by the feel of a hand covering her mouth. She's startled awake, her eyes wide as she looks up at Flint, seeing the Tomahawk in his hand. Automatically, her thoughts went to what she thought to be the worst case scenario. She had let her guard down, and now he's going to kill her and run off. But when she sees him motion for her to stay quiet, she realizes that it's something else entirely. When he takes his hand away from her mouth, she glances over at the beasts after he nods in their direction. Her eyes widen, never having seen these creatures before.
Elizabeth slowly gets to her feet, careful not to make any noise. She grabs her sword and her dagger up off the ground, her eyes locked on the creatures. She'd heard stories about them, but never really listened, assuming they were just that, stories. Stories told by old men who looking for a few more seconds of glory. She swallows hard, wishing now that she had listened to the stories. Glancing between Flint and the beasts, she's not sure what to do. Her heart is racing in her chest as she watches the beasts. They poke around their camp a few more moments, one of them coming across Elizabeth's apple core. The creature picks it up, eating it in the blink of an eye. They sniff around a little while longer before the start to move away from the camp. Elizabeth stays still not wanting to make a sound and draw the creatures attention back to them.