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and then she sees gale all like,tattered up with scars and shit because,i mean,it makes sense for him lol) |
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lol ya) Kayla walked into the gates of a smaller town, her dagger on her hip like usual and her hair in a braid down her back. She walked to the nearest place selling food and got something to eat, too tired to hunt. |
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Gale walked into the familiar town,a small group trailing behind him.Within the five years he had lived here,he had tattooed himself with scars.Arms and legs covered in them,but the most notible on his face.One ran crooked ontop of both his lips,another on his eyelid.He had barely survived the night when he got that scar,almost losing his vision.Varys walked infront of him,growed larger and stronger,as well as Gale's mental state.He sighed,continuing with the group. |
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Kayla finished eating and walked down the streets, really just seeing if she could get her dagger sharpened. Then she saw him. He was torn up and scarred everywhere, but recognizable. She noted the wolf as well, only adding to his appearance. She gasped quietly, but didn't speak as she walked past the group |
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Gale met her gaze,being as shocked as she was.He turned and walked on for a few steps,pulling away from the group and covering himself with the cloak,using it to hide behind.His face was covered,Varys walking infront of him.Gale followed swiftly and silently behind her,waiting. |
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Kayla was unaware of them as she went to a blacksmith and asked him to sharpen her dagger. She handed it over as he went to work and she stood with her arms crossed, knowing it was a quick job |
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Gale waited quietly outside,Varys hiding in the woods beside him.He knew it was her,and,there were a few things he needed to say. |
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Kayla paid the blacksmith and recieved her dagger back shiny and deadly. She nodded in thanks to the man and he nodded back as she placed it back onto her hip. She walked out of the town, walking into the woods |
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Gale called Varys back quietly,moving behind Kayla as he followed her,eyes locked in.Varys stalked beside him,their steps in unison as Gale kept his head down,eyes up.His earring was less shiny now,taking away the apperence. |
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Kayla twirled her dagger in her hand, spinning at the sound of a stick breaking, and eyes darting around. Her hand tightened on the dagger, ready to fight |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
