[P] Goli, Female Goblin

A groan of displeasure escaped Goli as the sun in her eyes tried to stir her from her sleep. She instinctively did her best to block the light with her hand, trying to get a few minutes more sleep, but the throbbing ache of her head was making it difficult. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, just slightly in a squint. She took in her surroundings, noting the trees all around her, only barely seeing the source of light that had so rudely woken her through the branches of the small glade.

The goblin pursed her lips as she tried to recall where she was or how she had gotten there. She soon began to notice the feeling of the morning air on her exposed skin. As she looked down at her green body she noticed her nudity, the only thing covering her body seeming to be a small strip of cloth around her leg that may have at one point been part of the sleeve from some form of trousers. She also noticed some other small strips of the same material beneath her, presumably also the remnants of whatever clothes she had once had.

Perhaps she had been ****? It would explain her state of undress. She leaned down trying her best to examine herself better. She probed her lower lips with her fingers in search of evidence of violation, but was slightly surprised to find no liquid sign of an unwanted lover inside of her. Perhaps she had drank too much? It would explain her throbbing head. Did she drink? She wanted to say no, she felt as if she wasn't fond of ****, but she couldn't remember. She quickly realized she couldn't remember much of anything aside from her name.

She ran her fingers through her hair trying to keep from panicking, but quickly became distracted as she felt something hard in it. After a bit of examining and tugging resulting in more than one lost hair, she found that it was a broken bottle of green glass. She examined it befuddled, unsure how the object related to her current predicament, before deciding to get moving, hoping to find help. She frowned and reluctantly dragged herself to her feet, tying the broken bottle back in her hair where she had found it and gathering the cloth beneath her before walking into the trees in search of answers.