Little Damsel In Distress [Gwaine]

[Tybalt]

Tybalt was often in a glorious mood! He found the best in every situation and was seldom with concern. Except for now. It seemed as if every moment he was not distressed, made up for the panic that surged through his body in this moment. His heart was racing; pounding so hard in his chest that it had hurt. The one thing that he loved above all else in this world, was missing. It had started with a causal walk in a nearby village when there had been a bit of a fight that broke out into chaos. Everyone began to run and everyone got separated. Including, him from his daughter. He had searched the entire village but found no trace of her. Which left him here now, running aimlessly through them, frantic to find her. He had called her name so much that he felt his voice was going hoarse.

A voice that was so used to singing and entertaining, yet felt so weak in this moment of fear. Eleni was not doing much better. She ran with the crowd, unsure of where she was even going but followed along. Knowing that her papa would find her. But the minutes dragged on and the more she walked into the woods, the less people she saw! Her steps became more hurried but with all the roots and stones, she ended up tripping on one of them, sending her rolling down a small hill. Things went from bad to worse for she found herself in the midst of a group of men she did not know. There was total of four, and they had a small cart with them which was enough to make their intentions known to anyone who had common sense. They were slave traders. And they had just found their newest, and only, victim. Children did excellent in the slave trading business so they did not waste a moment.

A sinister smile formed on their lips as they approached her, circling her. Eleni clutched her doll tightly to her chest, her eyes welling with tears. "P-Papa?" Her voice came out weakly, as if she was afraid to speak. Afraid to do anything. Only take a few small steps back as her tiny body trembled with fear. And that was when one of them grabbed her and her screams became louder and more afraid. "PAPA!" She shrieked, calling for him to come save her. But one of them put their hand over her mouth to silence her. To not attract the attention of anyone nearby. He wrapped one arm around her stomach, carrying her while she kicked and attempted to scream but it only came out muffled and ineffective. In all the commotion, her doll fell from her hands and to the ground, this only making her protest more.

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[thegwaine]

It hadn’t been a particularly interesting week for Gwaine. Well, when he said uninteresting, he meant nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He’d managed to find himself just inside the border of Gawant, at least he assumed it was Gawant, because he had lost a bet in the last tavern he had been in and well, he owed a lot of money he didn’t have. He was still convinced that the bar man had had the card game rigged. Then again, Gwaine had been very drunk, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had actually just been so drunk he hadn’t been able to concentrate on the game, rather than it being rigged. Right now, he had found himself in the middle of a rather picturesque wood. The fresh air was doing wonders for his hangover, and he felt completely fresh once more, as if not even one drink had passed his lips the night before. That was an utter lie of course, but it was what he felt that mattered, not what had actually happened.

Now the next issue was where he was going to end up next. He could of course just continue down this road and see where he ended up. That was his way after all, and it had never failed him before. Well, it had led to some tricky situations, but Gwaine was still here in perfect health so at least he had that to say. He could hear movements in the forest, and his defences went up straight away. Leading a solitary life as he did often meant he was slightly paranoid in situations like this. He knew he was skilled with a sword, but he was out of Camelot now, which meant there was much more than just swords to come up against.

Characteristically of Gwaine, he began to move towards the noise, of course he wasn’t just about to run away from the scene like some nancy. Gwaine could hear a sharp cry, so instead of inching towards the noise, he began to run. Noises like that in any forest were a sign of something out of the ordinary occurring, and it was usually nothing good. All too quickly, Gwaine came across a scene which annoyed him the moment he arrived. There were several men in front of him, and one was holding a small girl in his arms who clearly didn’t want to be there. As Gwaine stepped forwards, he nearly stepped on a small doll in front of him. He picked it up, assuming it belonged to the girl and looked up at the men, who had paused and were studying him. “You guys aren’t going to win parenting of the year award carrying her like that.” He chuckled to himself and stepped towards the men, “Now set her down, and we can all be on our way.” His hand didn’t waver too far away from his sword just in case the men turned nasty. He just wanted the girl, that was it, and if that could be achieved peacefully well, they could all go home happy.