Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

DDrake walked over and said "How many survived roughly?" then as his foot slipped in sand his ankle snapped, he looked down, a Peice opf glass the size of his fist was sticking from it, he looked up with wide eyes, then he toppled over.
 
"Ow" he said Half-Heartedly, "Well, as long as its not infected, i think so, he winced as he sat back up, "Sorry, did not mean to do that, That was... Embarrasing, EHEM well is everyone in Working shape, because i found some fruits near-By." he pointed to where the metal he had layed down was, there was fruit in reach of it.
 
Rolling her eyes, cussing him out in her mind, she stood back up and stalked away again, slipping through the shadows soundlessly, heading to the beach to look for any trace of Carter. Her wound begun bleeding less now, she really hadn't cared anyway. She brushed her hair behind her ears and looked for him. She linked two hands over her heart and tried not to cry when she couldn't find Carter.
 
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 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)
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 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.
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.
 
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 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.
 
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