WIP Tag Game
tagged by the wonderful @nyxianthe 🖤
Ye olde rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context -- Let your followers guess!
WIP 1
Aloy stumbles as her hands are let go, the ropes that have bound her for days falling to the floor. She blinks, looking at the red skin. She raises her head, meeting the eyes of a woman with dark blue and red face paint —though there’s little left— and dark patterns on her skin. She opens her mouth, and then closes it, unsure what to say.
“Just a child, but a fighter,” the woman says, smiling. “And so, thrown in here with us. I am impressed. Do you have a name, child?”
WIP 2
He plucks at the string, missing the concerned glance that passes between his parents, lips pursed and eyes tight. Kotallo stares up at them, his voice quiet and eyes wide as he asks, “Does that mean they’re too far away? That I won’t be able to find them?”
Ma swipes him from his father’s arms, resting her forehead against his. “It just means, little soldier, that you’ll need to train hard, grow up big and strong, so you can go find them, that’s all.”
WIP 3
He goes to leap the roots of the next tree when a weight connects with his chest, bearing him backwards to the ground. Kotallo blinks up at Aloy as she straddles him, slamming his wrists to the ground above his head. Desperate to stop her, or pull her closer, Kotallo notices the pressure around his right wrist. And by the way she tugs them together, knows she already has the rope looped around both his flesh and machine arms.
Aloy smirks down at him. “It looks like I’ve caught myself a Marshal,” she says, “now, what shall I do with him?”
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tagging, only if you'd like @r4d14t3lov3, @quiche-draws, @maimedmarshal aaand @koteevna
