The Haunted Forest RPG

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As Amica sticks her tongue out she scents blood from far away. "Another fight." She mutters, tempted to see it. What if someone died? It wouldn't hurt to eat them.
Instead she stayed put, resisting her instinct just to stay out of trouble. She sighed, her life was so boring, but she knew very well that in a fight she could get killed, and after all, it wasn't her fight. Plus all of the noise seemed to have stopped.
 
Zahir was getting so bored in the Slytherin encampment. Nobody was hiring mercenaries or assassins right now. Seemed everyone was getting their own hands dirty for a change. He turned into his cobra form and went out searching for prey, for he hadn't eaten in a month.
 
Amica was still coiled in the fox den she stole, resting in the cool earth. She wasn't really hungry, since she ate some large cat fish earlier, so there was no point in leaving for now.
 
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The rain begins to die down, falling softly on the bloodied grass, washing away any trace of a struggle. It's later now, about seven in the evening or thereabouts. The clouds have lifted slightly and the wind has died down. Elle picks herself up of the ground, She looks around her, no ones there. Though it seemed a little odd she didn't question it any further. She looks down and her eyes widen slightly, she grabs the fabric of her vest and pulls it away from her skin. It's completely soaked in blood, her hands too. She panicks and desperately wipes her hands on her jacket but it seems only to sink further into her skin. She falls to her knees and rubs them against the grass but to no avail. She tries again, rubbing them against the turf as hard as she can, her eyes beginning to well up. "What's wrong?" speaks a low voice, It sounded almost like a growl, or a raging river, and didn't seem to come through her ears but from all around her - inside her, the words echoing in her head. She glances up quickly, two figures stand hunched over a few meters in front of her, she stares wide eyed trying desperately to make out the details of their faces "I'm lost and alone and I don't know who I am." The voice is recognisably hers but no words pass her lips. "Stop searching" She stands, stiff as a board, un breathing. "But It hurts so much" the voice sobs. A sharp stabbing pain hits Elle in the heart, she cries out in agony, falling forward slightly, clutching at her chest. She can still hear the voices. Straightening herself she moves closer to the figures. They seem even more distant now than before, each step she takes towards them the farther away they appear. Like she's chasing her own shadow. The smaller of the two figures slumps down onto the ground and grabs at the others legs. The cries are unbearable. She takes a deep breath. The taller figure turns away, and walks solemnly into the distance. "Stop! Please don't leave me here! Don't go!" They fall forward, begging desperately. Elle puts her hands over her ears, screws up her eyes and shakes her head viciously from side to side. The agonising cries seep in through her skin, resonating in the hollow chamber of her chest. "Please! Please!" The words almost unrecognisable over the uncontrollable sobbing. She curls up in a ball on the grass, tucking her head under her chest, her eyes still screwed shut. The desperate screams only seem to get louder and louder, building to a climax, and then suddenly - they stop.
 
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