Paralyzed Soul

The voice sounded like a human female’s, or at least he could only assume that. His nose would be the best way to find someone, but the smells of these woods hid her scent from him. This was going to be a challenge. 

“I sincerely doubt that, I’ve seen nothing in my travels to make me believe in the existence of a ghost. But, I too am a drifter. I seemed to of gotten lost in these woods.”

“Why would you want to come to a place like this, anyway? You seem scared and alone, and you could die.”

Depending on what you find, though, that might be the favorable option.

There’s always time for keeping a cynical train of thought, but Ruby continues speaking with the stranger in hopes they’ll eventually lose interest. She’s sure that whatever they seek, some fifteen-year-old brat isn’t going to be of use on the journey.

So there was someone else out there in the gloom! He put his hood over his head a little more to be safe, unsure of what kind of person was out there.

“That sounds more of like a ‘yes’ than a ‘maybe’ to me!”

Now for his next trick… it was time to find out where that sound came from, the fog in these woods were unbelievable. How would anyone find their way around in here? 

It seemed foolish to try and hide in these woods. Though the low-lying clouds were thick, most of the trees were quite thin, but Ruby was lucky enough to limp behind one and look out with a curious frown.

She did want to meet this stranger, if only to figure out who the new face was in these woods, but at the same time was thinking how beautifully tragic -- and easy, really -- it would be to meet her end if she had met the wrong one.

@gothic-red

... Tough luck, that hadn't happened yet. But she was always finding something new, at least--

In fact, that's just about when she heard a stranger's voice and tilted her head in their direction, squinting her eyes in an attempt to see them better from a distance.

@gothic-red

“No. But my friends and I take turns driving the car.” He didn’t question why she had a limp after getting a good look at Ruby’s leg. Prompto wasn’t the type to pry into someone’s personal issues. “Why? Do I look like it?”

@gothic-red

“No. But my friends and I take turns driving the car.” He didn’t question why she had a limp after getting a good look at Ruby’s leg. Prompto wasn’t the type to pry into someone’s personal issues. “Why? Do I look like it?”

“Well it wasn’t easy. I had to work out before I felt like I was ready to talk with Noct.” He admitted with a shrug. “Does royalty not go to high school where you’re from?”

“Not my high school, never. I don’t think royalty would come within a hundred miles of it, and there would be no point to it, anyway.”

@gothic-red

“No. But my friends and I take turns driving the car.” He didn’t question why she had a limp after getting a good look at Ruby’s leg. Prompto wasn’t the type to pry into someone’s personal issues. “Why? Do I look like it?”

“Nah. I think that’s more of Gladio’s style. He’s the rough and tough type. I’m more of an animal lover.” He admitted with a smile. “And don’t worry about it. My best friend, Noct doesn’t dress like a prince. So most people think he’s a regular citizen.”

“What -- you’re friends with royalty, then?” Pardon her skepticism. And her frown. And her jumping to the conclusion that this poor, unfortunate not-actually-a-biker boy is delusional.

“... A prince. Huh. Wish I were in your shoes. My best friend’s just a talking cigarette.”

@gothic-red

“No. But my friends and I take turns driving the car.” He didn’t question why she had a limp after getting a good look at Ruby’s leg. Prompto wasn’t the type to pry into someone’s personal issues. “Why? Do I look like it?”