Lies and Deceit - A Fantasy RP

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River nodded. "They don`t hate each other, at least, just disagree on things." She shot a glance around her, her eyes stopping on Horius for a second.
"For instance Horius and Lucas. They are complete opposites." She said quietly.
"They are." She sighed. "I don't know how you're doing so good with this. Leading, I mean. I envy you for that, being able to naturally lead."
 
"Yeah." Raquel muttered. "Strange." Brushing it from her mind, she began rolling up the tent briskly.

Hector nodded stalwartly.
Eva helped where she could, her glasses falling off when she had bent over to pick up the poles. She started fumbling around for them, touching at the floor wherever she could.

Horius walked away, getting ready to leave.
 
River nodded. "Oh. She could still be alive..." She paused. "I wish I would have known her better so that I could have a idea where she went."
"She very well could still be alive." Persepolis realized aloud. "Maybe we'll find her as we are moving. With so many people moving in different directions, the odds are higher."
 
Eva helped where she could, her glasses falling off when she had bent over to pick up the poles. She started fumbling around for them, touching at the floor wherever she could.

Horius walked away, getting ready to leave.
"She very well could still be alive." Persepolis realized aloud. "Maybe we'll find her as we are moving. With so many people moving in different directions, the odds are higher."
River nodded. "Yeah." She looked over at Horius. "Horius, by the way, we`er traveling in pairs so I was thinking you and Hector could go together." She said coolly, though there was a strength in her voice, and it was more of a statement than a question.
 
River nodded. "Understood." She said. Walking over to the broken open window, she whispered to a sparrow. "Follow him." It seemed to nod.
Xylo looked around as he landed. The cabin was in great condition, it seemed. He approached it, pulling out his gun, inspecting the whole cabin from the outside. It even had a cellar, it seemed, on the back side of the side. As he returned to the front of the house, he placed his finger on the trigger before entering the house. He inspected the first floor, finding nothing but old furniture and eerie paintings that stared at him with eyes of those who were dead but very much alive. As if challenged, Xylo glared back, before averting his attention upstairs. He climbed the creaky steps, peeking his head out to find a completely empty attic. With a sigh of relief, he ventured back outside to inspect the cellar, entering the darkened and damp room, before realizing he should probably wait to enter until he checked for any life forms in there. Utilizing his vision, Xylo noticed no life beneath him, and deemed it safe. With a satisfied sigh, he sat on the porch and waited for the others.
 

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