The Haunted Forest RPG

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Garjzla said:
As Avenir wrapped up Mille's injuries, she really wondered why Mille called herself a hunter.
"So, what does your dragon think about you being a hunter?" She asked.
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"She....I don't know...she's just my friend,her names winter"she explained.
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"We.....we won!"yelled Sadie.
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"Yes we did"yelled amariea.
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"I saw were Millie went,we need to ....follow.....follow..her"winter struggled to say.
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"Thens let's go"said fire night,as amariea picked up winter,winters scales were hanging every wear,her skin was burnt,and her tail was bleeding,amariea,had a deep gash on her back,and a lot of bites.sadie was limping,she had a cut on her paw,her feathers wear burnt and she had a wound on her side,and back,and fire night had a few missing scales,and her foot was bleeding.
 
Ezria followed Zahir up the stairs and into the room. The floor boards creaked and moaned under his weight, the bedroom was dark and dingy. The door closed behind him and he blinked a few times.
"Cor, romantic, no wonder the ladies love you!"
He sniggered, walking over to the window. It was small and looked out onto the side of another building, he rubbed his hand across the grimy glass and looked at his palm, it was covered in dust and dirt. He sneered and wiped it on the side of his trousers, spinning around on his heels to face Zahir.
He could still hear the distance shouting downstairs, plates crashing, drunks stumbling around in the hallway. He exhaled slowly as he pulled the blankets down from his shoulder. He threw one of them over the mattress and tossed one to Zahir.
"Don't know what ye'll catch from that cover."
He threw the duvet on the floor and lay back on his bed.
 
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Zahir flopped down on his bed, allowing himself to relax. He had followed Ezra's lead in stripping off the moth eaten old duvet, curling under the clean blanket. It had been a while since he slept anywhere but the ground, so even this felt like sleeping on a cloud. He kept an ear open for any stupid drunks trying the door; they'd sure yet a surprise if they did manage to jimmy the lock. In the morning, they could ask around for clues. Revan couldn't be too hard to track, and once they found something that had his scent, he was sure the wolf would be able to sniff out his hideout. He smiled. Payday was just a short bloodbath away. They only needed a head to present for the reward.
 
Ezria kicked off his boots with his feet and pulled his blanket over him. He peered up into the darkness, fuzzy shapes of colour danced on the ceiling. He mulled the day over in his head, running his tongue along his gums.
"Hey, snake." He said rather abruptly.
"We kill this knight-guy, then what?"
He fought against the weight of his lids, opening his eyes wide and blinking furiously, hoping Zahir's answer would be brief. He wasn't even sure he cared what Zahir said, he wasn't even sure he cared about catching a disease, or sleeping with bloody meat in his pockets, he wasn't sure he cared much about anything right now. But still he waited for reply.
 

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