From One Monster To Another [Cenred]

[sissy]

Always moving. Freya was always on the move. She couldn’t stop. It was not by choice that she continued to roam all of Albion but rather because of a dangerous curse that had been laid upon her a long time ago. It was sad that Freya couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been afraid of herself, when she had been normal. How she wished that she could undo the deed that had caused her to live in the forests like an animal but given what it had been, she wouldn’t be alive to do anything at all. It had been self-defense, nothing more. She hadn’t meant to kill him it had been an accident. She had simply been trying to protect herself. How could someone, even with the loss of their child who had been in the wrong, curse a poor girl who hadn’t done anything wrong? It was maddening and there were many nights that Freya would lay awake asking herself that very question.

While Freya had a good sense of direction, the night before had been a particularly nasty one and she had gotten herself lost. Not that she could just ask someone. She wasn’t good around people anymore. They frightened her and while it wasn’t possible, she felt as though they could see all her past bloody deeds by just looking at her. They couldn’t of course but Freya couldn’t help but feel as though they could. Freya couldn’t handle the looks of judgment she received, not because of what she had done but because of her appearance. She looked like nothing more than a mere beggar, her clothes tattered and her face smudged with dirt almost always. Another reason she chose to avoid other people was because the murderous nature of her curse, the animal within her stalked others even whilst being caged within her during the day. What she saw she was certain the bastet saw as well and she didn’t wish to allow herself to get close to someone only to lose them to her curse. That terrified her. Not that she liked attacking complete strangers because she didn’t but there was no attachment then.

Stopping near a stream in the forest that she had found herself lost in, she washed her hands and her face. What looked back at her disgusted her. A monster in the guise of a young girl. That was all she was now.

The main road was not the safest place for Freya, especially since she didn’t know where she even was but it was the quickest way to find out where she was and decide where she would go from there. Once she knew where she was, she’d be able to navigate her way away from civilization while figuring out what she would do for food. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, gray clouds gathering overhead. Just what she needed, a rainstorm to completely drench her. She was lucky she hadn’t caught her death with all the running she had been doing. Exiting the forest as she did, she peered around cautiously before taking to the main road. She couldn’t have known that she was in a dangerous place, the Kingdom of Cenred where the King was a cruel tyrant who cared for no one but himself. Not that she would have feared that so much considering what she was capable of doing with and without her curse. All she wanted was to be away from humans and not be a danger to anyone. Was that too much?

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Tags; Cenred
Word Count; 613
Lyrics; Shattered by Trading Yesterday
Time-frame; Afternoon – Mid-First Season

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Hunting was such a great sport – especially if it involved hunting down lawbreakers. Cenred quite enjoyed that as well as going to look for animals in the forests around the kingdom. Sometimes he’d get lucky and find some ‘poor’ soul hiding out waiting to sneak across the boarder.

Today he’d grown tired of listening to prisoners whine in the dungeons and townspeople coming and loading their problems on him. If they hadn’t have got themselves into the situations they were in, in the first place then they’d be a lot happier, and he’d have much more peace.
He and a group of men (you never knew when you needed anyone handy to take out unsuspecting people) had gone out to hunt for whatever it was they could find.
So far they’d ended up with quite a few rabbits. That was good enough for him.

They wove their way through the trees to see whether they’d strike lucky with a deer or two. That was when held up his hand to signal for them to stop. Immediately everyone feel silent with nothing but the air around them to move. He gestured to where he was looking. His men also looked in that direction.

“Fresh meat lads” he gave a smirk and muttered to them. “I think we’ve found some new prey to hunt”. There was a girl by a steam that ran through the forest. She hadn’t appeared to notice or hear them coming, which was brilliant news as it meant they could take her by the ‘element of surprise’.

He signalled for one group to go one way whilst the he went with the others. That way she wouldn’t be able to escape them so easily. Her attire (well, from what Cenred could see) made her appear as though she were a traveller, or in his eyes – a trespasser. Well – it was time to show exactly how trespassers would be treated on his lands.

[sissy]

If only Freya had known not to go out of the woods, not that she knew crossing the boarder was a crime or even knew that she was doing it but if only she had known then what was about to happen could have been prevented. The sound of thunder drawing closer seemed to push Freya to try and find some form of shelter faster, she didn’t want to be caught in the storm. It hadn’t been long that she had reached the main road when she felt the light raindrops on her skin and she sighed. Well at least it was light for now. The air was warm but the rain was cold, never a good combination from what she knew and given her weak state at the time, getting sick might very well be the end of her. What a way to go. Not that anyone would notice her gone, no one would mourn her when she finally died. It was a sad existence she led but she continued it on the hope that the curse would somehow be broken and she would be able to live a different life. Perhaps it was a vain hope since curses were tricky things, why else would the druids have turned her away? They had given up on her. Her own family…

It hurt to remember. So why was she remembering it? She didn’t want to remember that pain and hurt of being turned away by those she had come to think of as her family. They had taken her in when her own parents had died so how could they have done that to her? Of course she knew why, she was a killer who couldn’t control herself, how was it fair to put them in such danger? It wasn’t. But that didn’t numb the pain she felt inside.

The feeling of being watched caused Freya to pull back from her morbid thoughts and back into reality. The rain was a bit heavier now as she moved. She glanced behind her, her heart starting to race faster when she noticed people off in the distance. They weren’t that far off really and while she had no idea of their intentions, the way they looked at her frightened her. Ruffians that wished to hurt her? She had nothing of value for them to steal and given her appearance, that was more than obvious so why would they follow her? Her first reaction was to run away, keep away from them. She had some distance on them but not much, could she escape them? Fear ran through her, giving a boost to her running as she fled in the opposite direction that Cenred and his men were coming. Perhaps Cenred had wished Freya to see him or maybe he didn’t, either way her fleeing didn’t matter cause he had his men coming towards her from the other side as well, cutting off her exit. She was in serious danger and had no way of escape.

Thing was, Cenred really had no idea what he was getting into, wanting to catch Freya. He really was taking on more than he could handle with the cursed druidess, not that he’d believe her even if she told him. She wouldn’t beg because that would incite him further to do what he most likely already planned on doing. All she could do was run and hope she escaped.

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Tags; Cenred
Word Count; 513
Lyrics; Shattered by Trading Yesterday
Time-frame; Afternoon – Mid-First Season