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06:52:13 Clue - Color Breeder 06:51:30 | My dream horse is a PPP or EEE chimera X |
06:50:07 Solar Phoenix| ah...I haven't done bravery breeding yet, whoops |
06:49:45 Zrek| oh, and he signed with, Sir Rotch |
06:49:34 Clue - Color Breeder| I had all of my color foals sale last night! Money just in time for RO, Yepee |
06:49:30 Executive/Lyssa| IÂ’m scared for/of her (from capture day) -HEE Click- |
06:49:14 Zrek| highlight of the not-so-good week |
06:49:03 Zrek| Got an email from "Mike Rotch" to order a drawing of his horse "majesty" and his "washboard abs" with his "L'Oreal Paris sponsored hair" |
06:45:52 Grimm(us)| Haha I'm exactly 1 hour ahead of game time |
06:44:13 willow ~ KNNs -HEE Click-
This is my Chimera |
06:44:08 Keonah| I also didnt see the "your stable won an award" mail and I was like what is going on X.X |
06:43:20 Zrek| Myth. Crappy this week. But alive. So "happy". You? |
06:43:19 Keonah| its almost 10am on the 1st here and I've been sooooo tired the last 3 days so I forgot how to math X,X |
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Gale’s breath came in sharp bursts, his body still tense as he led them deeper into the woods. His anger simmered beneath his calm exterior, the weight of the situation pressing down on him with every step they took. The forest had grown quieter, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath them. But it didn’t feel quiet—not with the looming threat of the king’s guards hunting them. He didn’t glance back at the girl, but he could feel her presence behind him, her every step in sync with his. Her silence seemed to stretch between them like a chasm, but Gale knew better than to trust it. The way she had reacted, the way she moved, it was almost as if she was unaware of the depth of the danger they were in. But he couldn’t let that go. Not now. Not after what had just happened. “Do you even realize what you’ve put me in?” Gale’s voice was low but seething with frustration as they moved through the trees. “The guards... the king… they won’t stop until they have you back. And they’ll burn this entire forest down if that’s what it takes.” His words were sharp, like a blade cutting through the silence of the woods. He knew they couldn’t stop—not yet. The night was still their cover, but the longer they lingered, the closer they came to being found. It was only a matter of time before the guards circled back or caught their trail. He was too well-trained in how they hunted, how they worked in pairs, in packs. He could hear them, feel them in his bones. Gale stopped suddenly, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness around them. He could feel the weight of the night pressing down on him, but his instincts told him to keep moving. The girl’s presence was unnerving, but not in the way he expected. There was something about her—about the way she stayed silent, never questioning, never explaining herself. It left him with more questions than answers. He pivoted on his heel and turned to her, the anger from earlier bubbling back to the surface. “Do you understand what that word means? Princess,” he spat the word like it was poison. “That means you’re not some random girl. The whole damn kingdom will turn on its head to find you.” His hands clenched into fists as he took a step forward, closer to her, his voice low but intense. “You’re the most valuable thing in this godforsaken country right now. And I’ve got the whole kingdom after me because of you.” He didn’t even let her respond, cutting off any thought she might have had. “I could’ve been out of here. But now, I’m better off dead than alive. Do you get that?” The anger burned in his gut, but it wasn’t just directed at her. It was at the situation they were trapped in, at the king’s soldiers, at his own foolishness in thinking he could make it out alive. Every move, every decision, had led him deeper into a pit of impossible choices. And now, with the girl—a princess who couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut—the walls were closing in. “I’ve got nowhere to go now.” His voice was softer, but the pain was still there. “Nowhere but further into the woods, and into more danger. If they find us—if the king finds out I’m with you—there’s no running. We’re both dead.” Gale turned away, taking a few steps before stopping again. His hands ran through his dark hair, frustration taking over for a moment. The air around them felt suffocating, as if the very forest itself was closing in on them. His breath slowed as he calmed himself, his mind sharpening. He had to keep thinking ahead. He couldn’t let his emotions take over. “I’ll take care of you. But if you want to survive, you need to keep that title—Princess—to yourself. No more talking about who you are. Got it?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He couldn’t afford to. Instead, Gale motioned for her to follow, his movements quick and purposeful. “Keep close,” he ordered, his voice hard. “We need to move faster if we’re going to avoid the patrols. The longer we stay out here, the more likely we’ll be found.” He didn’t dare look back at her. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—it was that he couldn’t trust the situation they were in. Every moment they spent in the open was a moment closer to being cornered. The weight of the princess’s identity hung over them like a ticking clock, and the knowledge that the king's men were closing in made every step feel like a countdown. Gale’s eyes narrowed as he pushed forward, navigating the trees with practiced ease. His mind was already calculating their next move, figuring out where they could hide, how far they could get before they had to face the reality of the search that had just begun. There was no turning back now. No more mistakes. And no more games. |
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Kayla nodded, his words cutting her like a rusty blade in her stomach but anger still flashed in her eyes as she kept following him. She wanted to tell him how much she despised the title anyway, she was not just an item to be found, she was a person with wants and wishes and dreams that didn't involve the king or his son |
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Gale moved quickly, guiding Kayla through the trees and into the outskirts of the town. The faint bustle of activity reached their ears as they approached, and Gale knew they couldn’t linger much longer. "Make yourself unrecongnizable." He pulled his own cloak tighter around him, hiding his weapons in a hollow log to avoid being caught with anything that could get them killed. "No weapons. Keep your head down. We’re just travelers here," he muttered, eyeing her closely. Once they were both hidden in the shadows, Gale led the way toward a nearby tavern. The building loomed ahead, its dim light offering a small refuge from the uncertainty of the streets. Inside, the warmth hit them immediately. Gale walked straight to the bar, keeping his hood low and his eyes scanning the room for anyone who might be watching too closely. The bartender, a grizzled man with a stubbled face, glanced up but said nothing. Gale leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “Food. A flask,” he said, throwing a handful of coins onto the counter. The bartender nodded and quickly fetched what he needed, passing a loaf of stale bread and a cheap flask of watered-down liquor. Gale took the items, nodding in thanks. He didn’t linger, ushering Kayla toward a dark corner where they could sit and eat in relative anonymity. Once seated, Gale glanced around, still on edge. “Stay quiet. Keep your eyes down,” he muttered, tearing off a piece of bread. He wasn’t sure how long they’d stay in the town, but for now, it was the only place they had to catch their breath. |
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Kayla obeyed silently, feeling quite out-of-place without being able to snap at people if they bumped her or looked her direction. She sat across from him, her back mostly to the public |
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Gale sat back in his chair, trying to blend in with the tavern’s quiet bustle. Kayla, sitting across from him, was nearly unrecognizable, her face smeared with dirt and leaves. He glanced at the door once more, his senses on high alert. The night was heavy with unease. “Eat if you can,” he muttered softly to her, his voice low. “We need to go soon.” But as he stood to leave, the tavern door opened, and a rowdy group of men shuffled in, their loud laughter filling the space. They were too close, too much of a threat. Gale stiffened, his fingers brushing the space where his weapons should have been. They were back in the woods, hidden in a log, but they wouldn’t be able to help him here. One of the men spotted them and grinned, swaggering over to the table. He leaned in toward Kayla, his eyes lingering too long on her. “Well, now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” Gale’s muscles tightened, his body rigid as he shifted in his seat. He kept his eyes fixed on the man, trying to control the rush of anger that was bubbling up. But he couldn’t afford to act on it. Not yet. “We’re leaving,” Gale said softly, reaching for Kayla’s arm, trying to pull her up without drawing too much attention. “Come on.” But before he could move, the group wasn’t backing off. One of the men grabbed Kayla’s wrist, pulling her back toward the table with a smirk. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Gale’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He stood abruptly, a low growl escaping his throat. “Let her go,” he said, his voice sharp, cutting through the noise of the tavern. The man hesitated, but his grin only widened. “And if I don’t?” Before Gale could answer, the rest of the group stood up, stepping in between him and Kayla. The air in the room shifted, the playful atmosphere replaced by something darker. Gale’s gaze flickered between the men, and a sense of dread washed over him. He wasn’t looking for a fight, but if they kept pressing, they’d get one. “Let go of her,” Gale repeated, his voice colder now, a warning they could all hear. He took a step forward, pushing through the group to reach Kayla. But the men weren’t backing down. “You’re not going anywhere, friend,” one of them said with a sneer. Gale’s patience snapped. Without warning, he grabbed the nearest man by the collar, yanking him forward and driving his fist into the man’s jaw. The punch landed with a sickening thud, sending the man crashing back into his friends. The tavern went silent, all eyes on the scene unfolding in front of them. The group scrambled to react, but Gale was already moving, pulling Kayla with him as he shoved another man out of his way. “Now, we’re leaving.” The remaining men, now wary of the ferocity in Gale’s movements, hesitated, but none dared to make a move. Gale threw one last cold look at them, his chest heaving from the adrenaline. The atmosphere had shifted entirely now—no one was laughing, no one was joking. He grabbed Kayla’s arm firmly but gently this time, guiding her through the door and into the cold night air. The streets were quiet, but Gale knew that wouldn't last long. They couldn’t afford to be careless. As they stepped away from the tavern, Gale’s eyes flickered to Kayla. His voice was low, clipped. “You stay close. We don’t need to be spotted. Not like this.” He was still angry—his blood was boiling—but they couldn’t afford to stay in the open much longer. They needed to keep moving, to stay ahead of the danger closing in around them. |
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Kayla's mind whirled as she was tossed around, fear and anger coursing through her silently. She didn't speak, fearing someone would recognize her voice and alert a person of authority. She felt Gale's hand gently grab her wrist and she followed, still silent but now respecting him more than she had before. |
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Gale kept a quick pace as he guided Kayla down the street, his senses alert for any sign of pursuit. The streets were quieter now, the tavern noise fading behind them. He knew they had to stay ahead, not let the confrontation spiral into something worse. His fist still burned with the memory of the punch, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins. “Stay close,” he muttered, his hand gently but firmly guiding her through the shadows. They rounded a corner, passing by small, dimly lit shops that had already closed for the night. Gale spotted a narrow alley with a small, nondescript inn at the far end. The wooden sign hanging above it creaked in the wind, and the windows were dark. It looked quiet, safe—at least for now. He approached the door cautiously, pushing it open with a soft creak. Inside, the faint smell of wood smoke and stale beer filled the air. The small room was dimly lit, with a fire crackling lazily in the hearth. Behind the counter, an older woman with graying hair looked up from a book. She didn’t seem to mind their entrance, though she gave them a quick, curious glance. Gale approached the counter, keeping his posture relaxed but guarded. He reached into his coat, pulling out a few coins, and placed them on the counter without a word. The woman raised an eyebrow but took the money. “A room for the night?” Gale asked, his voice steady, though his eyes never left the door. The woman nodded. “Room’s upstairs. Second door on the right. Won’t bother you unless you make a ruckus.” Gale gave a small nod of thanks before turning back to Kayla, his eyes scanning the room one last time. He was used to being on the move, staying one step ahead, but now that they were inside, the weight of what had just happened—of what they were running from—pressed down on him. He motioned for Kayla to follow him up the stairs, and they moved swiftly, the creaking of the old wood beneath their feet almost drowned out by the sound of the crackling fire downstairs. At the top of the stairs, Gale hesitated before pushing open the door to the room. It was small, simple—nothing fancy—but it would do for the night. Once inside, he made sure to lock the door behind them. He quickly set down his cloak, keeping his eyes on the window, the only possible point of entry. He didn’t trust being this exposed, but they needed rest. “Sit,” he said, his tone softer now, the tension of the night still hanging heavy in his voice. He gestured to the small bed, the single chair by the window. "Get some sleep while you can." Kayla, still shaken, took a seat, but she said nothing. Gale moved around the room, pulling the blanket off the bed and folding it into a makeshift barricade near the door. It wasn’t much, but it would give them a few moments' warning if anyone tried to get in. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the restless energy still pulsing through him. There was little chance of fully relaxing in a place like this, but they couldn’t keep moving without a brief moment to recover. His eyes flicked to Kayla again, watching her for any sign of tension, of fear. “We’ll keep moving at dawn,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, more thoughtful. “I know you’re not used to this, but you need to stay focused. They’ll be looking for you, and we can’t afford to make mistakes.” He walked over to the window, peering out through the cracks in the shutters, watching for any movement on the street below. It was quiet, but Gale knew it wouldn’t stay that way. As much as he hated to admit it, they were too close to danger now. He turned back toward her, his voice steady. "We’re not safe yet. But for tonight, we have a roof." |
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Kayla nodded while she sat there, watching him. "You need the rest more than me" She muttered |
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Gale sighed,turning back as he ran a hand through his hair. "Get up then.You take the bed.You need it more then I do.My tolerence for sleeping places is very low." He says,voice low and quiet. |
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Kayla stood, walking to the foot of the bed before sitting and tipping her head back to rest against it. She sighed, closing her eyes and thinking |
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