She had entered the Manor where she and Davian resided, bloodied and grimed covered, fully prepared to do battle with her husband regarding his negligence on their last mission when she heard the sound of a woman's laugh echoing down the stairs.
Slowly she climbed, her body protesting as it had been demanding rest and medical attention the last few days, demands Deanna ignored. Her hand was on the doorknob finally, and she watched as it turned under her grip. She pushed the door inward and there they were, her husband and her sister, in her bed. There were no words, no thoughts, only the blinding rage that filled her, the sound of blood flowing in her body. The feel on something warm and fuzzy brushing against her cheek.
Wait...what?
Her eyes flew opened and Deanna found herself lying upon the ground, staring up at the azure sky decorated with small fluffy white clouds. She felt that warm fuzziness against her face, and startled, she sat up suddenly. Whatever creature it was, ran off before Deanna could identify it, hiding among the brush. Deanna frowned as she turned her head, peering at her surroundings. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the sound of the ocean churning, waves lapping gently against the shoreline.
Shoreline?
The landscape was rich with broad leafed trees that sported coconuts. Beneath her wasn't hard packed dirt that she previously assumed, but white powdered sand that sparkled in the sunlight. Deanna cupped a handful of it and allowed the crystal like grains to slip between her fingers.
Where in hell was she? More important, how did she get here?
The shifter stood and brushed sand from her leathers, almost positive that some had managed to slip into her boots. Mumbling curses, she bent and undid the laces, tossing her footwear aside and rolled up the cuffs of her breeches. Deanna turned to face the ocean, admiring the blue-green of the water, smiling as she was sure that she spotted a dolphin in the distance. Or was that a shark?
Deanna turned in a circle, running her fingers through her hair. A scowl formed on her lips as she plucked a slimy piece of seaweed from her amber locks and tossed it aside. The coastline disappeared on both sides, and behind her away from the shore, was dense jungle. Strange birds called out to each other, no particular bird like sound she had heard before. She wasn't so dim that she didn't realize she was somehow stranded on an island, but for what purpose, and how was beyond her.
A rustling sound was heard and Deanna turned her head sharply toward the berry littered shrubbery not too far from her. Her sharp gaze took notice of two eyes peering out from between the leaves. The shifter's own narrow amber hued orbs narrowed as she crouched down upon the sand, not particularly eager to approach whatever native animal was obviously stalking her.
Deanna whistled, hoping to either scare whatever it was off, or entice it out onto the open beach. As she was focused on the beastie in the bush (probably a monkey, she thought), she heard more rustling coming from the jungle and let out a breath. Great, she thought. Another creature planning on making a meal out of her.
Deanna looked around, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. Not that she wasn't capable of defending herself without one, but it was always handy to have a backup plan.
Several feet away, she took note of a shell that might serve as a small dagger of sorts. It was thick with calcium, with long sharp edges. Deanna leaned over and grabbed at it, figuring it was better than nothing.
The shifter crouched, her sad little weapon in hand and waited.
Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:31 pm
