The curse— RP

( I think a net like trap, maybe with people with dart guns nearby.)
(ok.)
Amy led the hunters 2 houses worth of distance into the forest before stopping and turning to one of the hunters, "set a trap here and wait."
She continued on with the other three and led them back towards the city so that you could see some of the buildings. "you, set one here." She worked her way back to the city and set up a trap of her own at the edge of the forest.
 
Anita smiled at him
Maybelle sat on Crow’s shoulder, her feathers ruffled. Just a pigeon, you’re just a pigeon. Get over it. She kept on saying to herself, though she was starting to doubt how good of a plan that would be realistically. She just wanted them to include her, to acknowledge her even. She was starting to feel like a ghost.
Crow went outside and looked around for a good place to sleep. He felt like Anita would have a better idea of the landscape than him, though.
 
Alana grinned, then fell quiet as she watched kids her age running around in the distance, sprinting through fields and throwing balls. A pang shot through her heart. She wanted to join them, but Alana knew that she'd never be able to. That she'd never fit in.
Ash saw them and knew what Alana must be thinking about. "it's alright." he whispered.

Amy saw two figures approach her trap and she silently got her dart gun ready.
 
Ash saw them and knew what Alana must be thinking about. "it's alright." he whispered.

Amy saw two figures approach her trap and she silently got her dart gun ready.
Alana looked down at the ground, swiping at a tear that was rolling down her cheek. She appreciated his attempt to comfort her, but she certainly didn't think it was alright. It hurt more than she wanted to admit. Alana would have given almost anything to be able to run again. To at least take another step. To laugh and play with the others. But the only thing she could do was sit there. And watch.
 
She threw her pillow down on the ground and her blanket, “here is the best spot. It’s the flattest”
Crow put his blanket and pillow down. He rarely slept in his human form, but why not when he had a blanket? He then put down the bread, apples, and nuts he had grabbed from the table. He then put Dacaw down next to the food, which she gleefully started eating. “Maybelle, do you want to sleep in a tree?” He asked the bird-person on his shoulder.
 

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