Izzabelle had been ready to sneak back into the poorer parts of the city, when something, or more someone drew her attention. A group of cloaked figures had come into the trade district. She shifts slightly her hiding spot behind a few crates to get a better look. From her crouching position she can see into the hoods. Reaching up she touches her long ears. They had ears like hers, she so very few with ears like hers. She knows she should move away but something was drawing her to them. Practically crawling she moves a little closer…
Izzabelle knew she should leave now, the guard was now searching for her. They even had posters up about the city with a reward for her capture. They claimed she was a witch, a demon, an unnatural being. Hell a few even claimed she was responsible for some of the plagues and diseases that would strike the city at times. Still she wanted to hear what the cloaked group had to say.
Izzabelle backs away slightly as she hears one of the cloaked figures speak. A younger looking Elf with ebony hair pulled up in a Warriors ponytail. Of course there not interested in a lowly street rat like you Izzabelle. As the fat slob of a human bellows “We will kill her then!!” Izzabelle realizes that she needs to get away. Unfortunately for her, the lack of food in her stomach, and with her focus being more on the cloaked figures. She didn’t see the two guard that had come up behind her. They lunge at her she manages to duck under the first and roll away. Coming to her feet she darts between two of the stalls heading for one of the alleys between the many buildings. The guard gives chase, as Izzabelle runs, she wasn’t worried about escaping she knew these alleys well. She would lose them once she reached them. As she enters the darkened alley she is struck hard in the gut. She grunts in pain and doubles over as the wind is knocked out of her. She is kicked twice in the ribs b this weasel faced guard, who is tapping a long thin club against his leg. “Thought to give us the slip ya little rat.” He draws back and kicks her again making Izzabelle hiss in pain and curl up to protect herself. The guard is joined by another, they pull her up to her feet and drag her out of the alley.
Izzabelle knew that she had to get away, panicking slightly she managed to pull one of her arms free. She grabs one on the crude looking blades strapped to one of the guards sides and goes to stab out at him. As she lunged forward she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck followed by darkness.
Izzabelle hurts all over, her body is covered in numerous splotches of black and blue where she’d been beaten. She is sure she bleeding internally from ruptured organs, she can also feel some of her ribs are out of place. She lets out a soft derisive snort as the human blob ticks off a list of mostly bogus charges. Still the citizens of this cursed place ate them up. “Burn the witch!” “Put her in the stocks and flay the flesh from her bones!” String her up, and let her dance at the end of a rope.” Those are just some of the suggestions being yelled out. As Izzabelle tries to free her hands she is struck hard by a rotten piece of fruit, then another. She despises this place and these people, for a brief moment her blue eyes flash fel green so quick it would only be noticeable to the extremely observant. *Burglary! Well yeah that was a given, Piracy? Arson! Starting a fire in a barrel to stop from freezing wasn’t arson. Assault and Battery. The lazy slobs tripping over themselves, and falling to the ground while chasing her. Didn’t amount to assault and battery. Kidnapping! That was an out right lie, along with the accusations of Witchcraft, extortion, vandalism, and conspiracy to harm the crown.
As the crowd cheers for her execution Izzabelle tries to loosen her hands. She knows that even if she gets free the chances of escaping are extremely slim. As her eyes scan the crowds looking for at least a little sympathy, they fall upon him. She had noticed him earlier with the other cloaked figures, but had been unable to see his face. Her entire body seems to react she feels an overwhelming need to be closer to him. She doesn’t know what he is saying, her attention so locked on him she doesn’t notice as another cloaked figure approaches.