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Tyrian 2000 carrot ship1/12/2024 A sudden snapping sound from a branch above your head caused you to scream, throwing the large branch with all of your feeble might towards the offending sound. Your dress was torn and soaked and the gentle breeze now moving in random intervals was jarring and dancing around your cloaked form, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You yelped, waving the stick in the opposite direction, hoping not to lose your footing against any loose rocks or sturdy tree roots. “So silly.” The deep voice chuckled out from somewhere behind you. You heard their noises of primal instinct and found yourself counting the minutes down until they were long gone and satisfied with their hunt. Tears poured down your face as you waited for the steps of the animals to recede. You held your breath, covering yourself with your arms and you cried. You inhaled sharply, rolling away, your limbs tucked inward, as fast as possible from the now trampling hooves and paws. The horse came to an unsteady halt, rearing back and knocking your frail form harshly to the ground. Suddenly, one creature, the largest, leaped out from beyond a too dark clearing in front of your path, baring its fangs and lashing out with its dastardly claws. The creature’s of the hunt followed suit, a game of cat and mouse. From your lips feeble shrieks of protest left, but to no avail. You yelped loudly as the horse became unsteady and afraid, dashing off towards the nearest escape. You tried catching sight of the beasts making the horrid sound, but soon it seemed as though the guttural growls were surrounding you, closing in on their next meal. It was then that a loud howl sounded from somewhere nearby, a chorus of others following suit. Your breaths became ragged as you tore the cloth sigil from the bodice of your dress, the only thing left showing your status in this deplorable kingdom and soon you realized, the only thing holding you back. You laughed too hard, running your hands harshly over the layers of paint adorning your face. You sighed harshly, ripping the despicable band of silver off of your head, ruining the perfect waves your hair was lying in before. The piece of metal that used to be the only thing tying you to your mother’s lineage, now was only an unwelcome reminder of your duties lined up in the other room, waiting for your hand in marriage. Your reflection stared back at you tauntingly, the flushed cheeks and too perfect hair, until your eyes got caught on the thin band gracing your head. In the washroom you would stand, hands now pressed to the too warm mirror in that stuffy room, staring at your reflection. You’d say to yourself silently as you excused yourself to the washroom, wiping your disgraced palm clean of the suitors that you had been dancing with’s sweat, your nose scrunched in disgust. Actually, people is probably broad enough. After they’d parted again, Scothin’s invitation to the campfire went unheeded, but then, he knew that Renfrac wasn’t one for big crowds. Renfrac had a very interesting response: his glow flared up bright enough to light up the dusky forest and wouldn’t go down properly for several minutes, which he valiantly tried to ignore all the while. Scothin instinctively knew it was bullshit, but he didn’t need to hear the actual words to know what his friend was really saying, so he just hugged him. He’d asked him what he was doing here, instead of in Caledon, and Renfrac had responded vaguely, something about seeing new sights and dumb luck. Afterwards, in the impromptu camp set up to deal with the wounded, he knew to go take a short walk outside of the perimeter, where he found his friend. He was afraid that he would never see the other again, but his fear proved unfounded: when his unit was ambushed by centaurs on a training mission, he could feel Renfrac’s presence a second before the enemy in front of him dropped dead in the middle of raising her sword at him, a bullet wound in her head spurting blood. Eventually, Scothin moved to Vigil Keep, near lake Gendarr.
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