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Kayla began sprinting off into the woods, being hyperaware of any sounds. She heard a twig snap and she stopped in her tracks, her eyes darting around |
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Varys prowled into the shadows,starting to head back. ---- Gale still paced the room,wings unflurled,ready to take flight. |
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Kayla's eyes continued to move around until she saw a deer walking and staring back at her. She groaned and began running again, drowning out any sounds and just running through the forest. She climbed a tree and sat there, her thoughts there in the forest but not calm. |
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Varys saw the doe and hunted it,taking it down uickly. ---- Gale gave in, leaping off the balcony and flying out. |
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Kayla hopped down and began running again, listening around her once more. She saw shadows again, this time not an animal. She stopped, watching the shadow silently |
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Gale flew about, landing silently in a patch of wood when he heard it, the whistle.His entire body halted, eyes going wide as he turned and looked all around him. "Gladiator?!"
A voice called,Gale taking off sprinting through the woods.A wild look was on his face as he crashed through the bushes, terrified. |
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Kayla heard a crashing in the bushes nearby and she drew her dagger. She took a more defensive looking stance, turning to face the loud noise |
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"Nope! Wrong man!" Gale called over his shoulder,still sprinting. "Uh,nah,you're him!"
The man called,sprinting after the prince. "No I'm not! I was but I'm not."
Gale tried to negotiate,eventually being tackled to the ground. "Yeah,and the arena wants you again." |
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Kayla heard the yelling conversation from quite a distance, but it was there. She began sprinting in the direction she'd heard it |
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"No,no it doesn't. It doesn't, I don't want it and it doesn't want me.Please," Gale started,turning his head away when the man helf a knife to his throat, chest heaving, breaths short, ragged gasps, eyes wild. "Not again," |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
