Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2014 19:01:33 GMT -5
The fire was intense. The sheer heat of the blaze reached right through the amber fur and teased the very skin of Robin. His own iinternal heat rose with every quickened step he took. His legs ran with the same roaring fire as the inferno which coated the town. Citizens were screaming. Otto’s smithy had become all but ash. The Rabbit’s were fleeing and screaming for their lives. It was pure and utter chaos. And here Robin was, unable to do anything about it. He had left Nottingham knowing it would be safe in the hands of the King. But here it was, in flames. Fire licked upon Robin as he leaped through burning buildings and collapsed houses on his way to the castle itself. He had to find her, had to. She couldn’t be safe in a blaze such as this!The castle drawbridge was down, but ablaze. Not a single path of it was safe to run across, but this didn’t phase Robin. Nothing more mattered to him than getting across and saving her. Even as the flames kissed his fur and singed him, he couldn’t help but to run across and reach the courtyard. There, he saw her, hands tied and kept bound by her captor.“Robin!” she cried, but even as he moved forward to grab her, it was too late. The grin of that golden furred devil gleamed in the flames as he took forth the great sword from behind, aimed straight down, and-
“MARIAN!”
Robin found himself breathing heavily after screaming the name of his lover into a awakened state, bandaged in various areas of his body and sitting up coated in sweat upon a bed completely unfamiliar to him. The fires had felt real, and as he looked over his hands and chest, he could see bandages were in areas that would have been where the fire had nicked him. But as his gaze rose from the red-furred hands of his, Robin found himself instead gazing around lost. This room and building was… not his own. It was not a building he knew of native to Nottingham either. The architecture was similar, being wood and stone, but the interior was different. Furniture not of any like he had seen before was lining the place, and there was a strange, glowing golden and blue contraption against one wall in the corner near opposite of the bed. There was a Platform in the center, with two chairs and a table upon it. And nearby was books upon books, simply laid about in no particular order or fashion.“Where the devil am I?” Robin asked himself quietly as he swung his legs over to the side of the bed. There was an ache and intense pain, but he fought it and winced as he put his weight upon his heels and feet to stand. His tail was bristled and ragged, and his strength just seemed sapped, but he had to know where he was. “Hello?” he called to no one in the small house as he pushed the blanket aside, standing in a pair of short brown pants that were kept tied around his waist by a simple piece of string. “I say, anyone here?” He called again, a bit louder this time. Maybe there was a second floor and stairs he could not see? It was a right bother. But what bothered Robin more, was that he couldn’t parse or remember where he was, or how he got here.
[OOC: Playing Robin with Amnesia. Basic idea is someone found him broken and bruised somewhere in Radiant Garden and took him to Merlin's House. Who's gonna be his lucky savior?
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