Now incredibly ticked off, her hand moved to her jeans pocket, where her sheathed knife was resting.Preston ignored her words, picking her up and taking her to the others.
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Now incredibly ticked off, her hand moved to her jeans pocket, where her sheathed knife was resting.Preston ignored her words, picking her up and taking her to the others.
Preston put her down outside the leader's house. "Either he'll help you, or his apprentice." He walked back into the woods.Now incredibly ticked off, her hand moved to her jeans pocket, where her sheathed knife was resting.
Jaiquill kept looking around, scanning the horizon for Carter. She almost called his name again, before she noticed his dead body on the bank. Placing a shivering hand to her mouth, Preston could see her silhouette against the sun. Her head lowered, a hand to her mouth, her shoulders quivering. She looked up at the sky and murmured something, it looked like: "Why?"Preston hadn't gone back into the forest, or at least, hadn't stayed there. He knelt on the beach, leaning over the dead body of a young woman. The woman had obviously been pregnant.
"Dara..." Preston said softly, tears falling from his eyes as he looked at the dead body of his wife.
(Yes, the giant can cry. XD)
Preston didn't notice her. He ran his fingers through his red hair, something between a growl of hurt and a wail of sorrow escaped his lips. His massive frame shook as he kissed his wife's cold lips, then picked her up.Jaiquill kept looking around, scanning the horizon for Carter. She almost called his name again, before she noticed his dead body on the bank. Placing a shivering hand to her mouth, Preston could see her silhouette against the sun. Her head lowered, a hand to her mouth, her shoulders quivering. She looked up at the sky and murmured something, it looked like: "Why?"
Here was a woman in great pain for the loss of the love of her life.
Jaiquill almost hurled in sorrow and grief, falling to her knees beside Carter's body. She reached out a shaking hand, and wound her fingers through his, and for a mere moment, just a moment, she felt him lightly, barely detectable, squeeze her hand gently. She looked at his face, but his breathing ceased. He'd obviously been alive when she took his hand, but now he was stone cold, gone and dead. She let out a wail of pain and hurt. She stood up, walked to the bank and thought about commiting suicide, but obviously thought better. Jaiquill turned away from his body, quivering, two hands linked over her heart. This tough, gothic, rock hard, die hard rebel rocker, was crying, for the first time in years. "God, kill me now. If you're going to do it... do it now..." She whispered through tears.Preston didn't notice her. He ran his fingers through his red hair, something between a growl of hurt and a wail of sorrow escaped his lips. His massive frame shook as he kissed his wife's cold lips, then picked her up.