Snippet #994387

Laisha's stomach growled loudly. She needed blood, it had been almost 2 and half weeks since she had last had so much as a drop. But she had looked high and low every night but still no sleeping drunk. She had to survive off normal food and she was dangerously close to breaking one of her loraths. She moved from stall to stall with the early market crowd. Her pink hair fluttered in the breeze but she kept her small hat low to conceal her eyes better. She went unnoticed by most of the crowd, though once in a while she felt a hard kick to her body as someone took notice of an oddity. She was detesting the army being nearby, there were so many guards and it was increasingly difficult to get her hands on something to steal. Being short did not help when you had to stand on your tippy toes to nab something. She passed by a sudden street brawl and paused to watch for a minute. She cheered on one side, doing her best to fit in with the crowd. Suddenly a drop of blood hit her face as a punch connected on one of the fighters. She could smell it, the intoxicating smell. Her finger brushed it off and she sucked on it for seconds. It was difficult not to lose yourself when something like this happened. She made her way out of the crowd as a precautionary move.

As she moved from stall to stall she kept her eye on a rather shiny looking guard. He appeared to be a night but was in charge of the watch over this district. He seemed to be taking this seriously but there was opening in one of the stalls. A fresh shiny full loaf of bread. And the keeper had his back turned in a large crowd. It was perfect, she forgot about the guard and driven by the chance of revealing the ache in her belly by even the slightest she swiped the bread. Slowly she walked away, trying not to draw attention to herself when suddenly "THEIF, THEIF, STOP THAT BRAT." She took off running towards the nearest alley. she had to get away, in her present condition she could only run for maybe two blocks at best. She turned the corners hearing a heavy set of footsteps behind her. Suddenly she turned again and to her horror saw nothing but a large fence in front. Not knowing what to do she ran into the darkest corner and huddled there as if she was trying to hide. Fat chance of that though, not with pink hair she wouldn't. She felt tears coming to her eyes. If she was brought in they would kill her, after everything they would kill her. She began to cry softly to herself trying to keep the tears in and trying to not shake in fear of what was to come. She imagined the many different outcomes in her head. The best she could wish for was a beating, maybe rape. At worst she would be killed or even worse then that hauled off to the soldiers and tortured again. She quivered in fear and tears in her corner, clutching the loaf of bread to her shirt as it slipped down off her shoulder again. She fingered the pendent around her neck with one hand unconsciously.