The curse— RP

Rose sat in her stone brick house, watching the hunters prepare their weapons. It felt nice being in power, especially at her rather young age. She lightly tapped her fingers against the arm of her chair while looking out the stained glass window. She had emotionally manipulated the old leader of the hunting group into giving up his house, well, she had broken his spirit with bouts of crippling depression and took it. Same thing.
 
Either you take me with you, or I die, Alana thought stubbornly
ash weighed the pros and cons. but in the end, they didn't matter. a small part of him didn't want to leave alana in the forest without him for the next who knows how long. not even if she was with the others. Alright.
 

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