Bloodied and broken

It did not take long for the man to find her. His massive form would move along the sand, slowing to a crawl so he wouldn't stumble over her. Lucky for him, he had gotten close enough. Her head would lift wearily, looking up at her mentor. She knew he wouldn't see the exhaustion, the hurt, the pain that made her eyes water. "Taurig." Broken words would fall from quivering lips. By some miracle she found enough strength to lift herself until all fours, with slow, clumsy movements she would move closer to the sightless King, pressing her face into his shoulder. Everything had been taken from, all she had left was her mentor and Ares. Dark bodice would tremble, her composure fading as she sought comfort in the warmth of the man that had taken her under his wing.

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