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"Hunh?" He grumbled, hearing her words and looking out to the army, his face white. "If they find me, i'm going to prison for the rest of my life. If they find you, it's best i'd be hanged then what they'll have waiting." Gale muttered, grabbing his daggers and a flask, slinging his bow and sheath of arrows over his shoulder, and dragging Kayla behind with him. He got out of the tavern and started sprinting, the two being spotted by a patrol. "Whatever you do," He growled into her ear. "never stop running and do not run away from me." |
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Kayla nodded and sprinted alongside him, staying within arm's reach at all times |
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His leg started throbbing, a cut from a earlier spar match ripping open. Gale groaned as he ran, looking down at it and scowling before ignoring it and continuing to run as he ripped a piece off his shirt and stuffed it into it to prevent the hounds from tracking the two by blood. |
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Kayla noticed the cut and she was going to offer to stitch it until she realized now was not the time for a conversation. She was silent, following him |
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Gale saw a hound run out infront of them, to which he grabbed it and broke it's jaw before tossing it aside, the dog silent. |
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Kayla was silent, violence and death all to known to her while living in the castle and with Gale |
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He heard a snip and whipped his head around before yanking Kayla over to him as he ducked into a hollow tree. Gale pressed her into it, putting himself on the outside so if they were found, he'd be the one getting hurt. |
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Kayla placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to halfway comfort him and thank him for his gesture. She was silent, barely breathing in fear |
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He pushed the two even closer together as a scout looked directly at them. |
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Kayla stopped breathing entirely, silent |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
