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Gale ran like wildfire, knowing the only thing that awaited him was me. Yup, me, Death. Y'know, the 'bad guy' in pretty much everything. He ran away from me, and it was infuriating slightly as I watched my prized possesion run away. Almost like a colt you bet on losing a race. |
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Kayla sobbed, collapsed on her knees |
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I trailed after the group, managing to grasp onto the man before he tumbled out of my hands and darted off again. Cursing under my breath, I sprinted back after him. ~*~ |
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Kayla eventually got up and went to Gale's tent, grabbing weapons |
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Gale thought he was safe, jumping off his now exhausted horse and darting into the crowd of the town. Though, he very much wasn't. I was on his tail, the guards of course, getting in my way because what else did they know how to do besides be in the way? |
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Kayla headed in the direction Gale went |
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The guards eventually yanked Gale down by the arm, their fingers digging harshly into his skin. He gasped at the pain, breath already hard enough to receive. The man tried to yank his arm away, a figure in the crowd pulling Gale away quickly. He fell to the ground at the sheer force of the pull, getting dragged by the collar behind the person. The man felt suffocated as he was dragged, simply just accepting his fate and figuring he'd be dead within an hour. Just then Gale started to realize his wounds, blood pouring out of his bag and soaking through his tunic, lashes getting ripped open on his face, and many more. The figured tossed him into a secluded cabin, Gale looking up from his place on the floor and seeing proper medical supplies dotting shelves around the room. |
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He sat up with a wince, a hand shooting out to his chest and pushing him back down. "Down." A voice commanded, booming. Gale looked at the figure, seeing it was a woman mixing tinctures and crushing this and that. She hauled him back up before shoving him down onto a sterile cot, having him lay stomach first before dripping a liquid which felt like fire. |
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Kayla eventually saw a slight blood trail and hoffprints leading off a different direction. She followed the blood trail, curious |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
