Sqeagy
The Gentle Utensil
It had been several hours since Zigzag had made her daring escape from Wayrest. She had ridden nonstop, finally reaching Skyrim. Closing her eyes for a rest was not an option. The arrows, still impaled in Zigzag's shoulder and lower leg, were causing her to lose blood, not enough to kill her but enough to make her want to fall unconscious. "We can't stop." She said to the stolen horse. They had passed what looked like a Dwarven ruin of a city about an hour back, which Zigzag suspected was the city known as Markarth. She had never been to Skyrim, only hearing stories of the strange land, including the Dwarven city. She probably would have been fascinated and check it out, if she wasn't bleeding out.
Finally, they reached a road that split into two different directions. A sign stood in between both roads. "Whoa girl. Slow down." Zigzag whispered to the horse, stopping to read the sign. Solitude is this way then. I can hide out there. She thought to herself. Zigzag willed the horse to move forward. After a short distance, Zig could see the outskirts of the capital. As she rode forward, she felt her arm, which still had the arrow in it, went numb as well as her leg. Zigzag lost her balance due to this and fell off the horse, falling on her back on the road. The horse, whose rider was now gone, took off towards the city without Zigzag. "Damn." Zigzag said to herself as she lay on the ground. The wounds on her arm and leg were still bleeding, and now they were numb. This just wasn't Zigzag's day.
Finally, they reached a road that split into two different directions. A sign stood in between both roads. "Whoa girl. Slow down." Zigzag whispered to the horse, stopping to read the sign. Solitude is this way then. I can hide out there. She thought to herself. Zigzag willed the horse to move forward. After a short distance, Zig could see the outskirts of the capital. As she rode forward, she felt her arm, which still had the arrow in it, went numb as well as her leg. Zigzag lost her balance due to this and fell off the horse, falling on her back on the road. The horse, whose rider was now gone, took off towards the city without Zigzag. "Damn." Zigzag said to herself as she lay on the ground. The wounds on her arm and leg were still bleeding, and now they were numb. This just wasn't Zigzag's day.