"So. Let me get this straight!", she replied. "You expect me to untie you, and you'll make no guarantee concerning my safety. YEAH RIGHT!! Have you lost your mind. Do you actually think that I am going to get within 50 feet of you, not knowing whether or not your gonna bite my freakin' head off. Promise or I'm very out of here." With that said, she begins to turn around and walk the other way...
His roar peirced the swamplands. -Release me!- he cried -Or when I get free I ill hunt you down and destroy you!- He roared again
She continued to rub her leg as it began to fell better and said while looking over her shoulder, "Let me see if I understand you correctly. Here are my choices. Number one, I can take off now, and leave you here, and take a chance that you'll hunt me and join so many others that already do, by the way, their all too slow, or number two walk over there and risk you killing me. Let me think... Well, considering this nasty habit I have developed for BREATHING, I ain't getting near you. Besides, it's just twine. One good hard jerk and it will snap like a twig." She had decided to maintain her distance for she still felt very threatened..
He Roared and whipped his tail around. The twine broke with a snap and he barrled straight at the youngster. He grabbed her by the arm and held her against a tree.
In a matter of seconds she was pinned to the tree. She was shocked by the obsenely fast way this pendragon seemed to move, as well as his horrid strength, but this was not the first time she'd been grabbed by a larger pendragon, and she began to dislocate the joints in her arm while flapping up a storm of leaves and debris, until she could manage to slip her arm from this strangers grip. Even though some damage was done to her arm, she managed to break free, and then began running with a near blinding speed into a marshy thicket that offered her very little resistance..
He charged after her. Running through the bog with his weight was hard enough until you add the swampy part
[ooc] A thicket is a field of short thorny brier bushes that are very dense and common in marshy swamp regions. This is also a favored hiding spot of foxes and the like... [BIC] She stopped and yelled out, "I wouldn't try coming in here if I were you!" She then sat down in the deeper part of the thicket and began to rub her now very sore arm, noticing that it was bleeding from a couple of large cuts caused by the male pendragons talons.
"Fine then! Have it your way! I can hold up in here for days!!", she yelled back. She knew that this wasn't true, for the cut on the underside of her arm, was bleeding quite heavily, and she knew that she would have to get it wrapped soon, or she would perish. But she thought it would be better to die free than live captured by who knows what.
She noticed that there was a sizable pool of blood under her now, and began to feel lite headed and groggy. 'I must be bleeding worse than I thought.' , she thought to herself.
Lesslasheav was very deep in the thicket and couldn't be seen save for the small black fingertips of her black batish wings that pertruded from several inches above the highest briers. She was beginning to get cold, and now only wished that she had a god or goddess to pray to for this was beginning to look like her end.
She shook her head, for she was starting to get dizzy, and barely heard the pendragon speak. "Promise.... Cough...cough..", she tried to yell..
