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(hey Carrots. can we ship my character with yours?)
(hey Carrots. can we ship my character with yours?)
(Ye, I’m all for dat! Do you guys want me to start?)
(Heck yea! and please if you would)
(Yay!)
Kyrri couldn’t think of anything else but safety. She’d run for days and her body was bloodied and she was in lots of pain. The shouts behind her grew louder as she grew weaker. Gods someone please save me She thought.
Kamryn was trying to get Rustic off the roof when she heard voices
"Kamryn, do we have anymore Tinselfeaf? I think we ran out." She called up to her companion.
“Rustic is trying to eat it!” She grunt d
Anan walked out of the little cottage and squinted into the forest. "Do you hear that?"
Kyrri knew the border to Myar was growing close, she would have to pass through if it meant not getting caught yet if she was seen by the witches then they’d kill her too.
“Yeah, do we need to put a spell around our house?” She asked finally grabbing the fox
"I have no idea." Anan walked forward gingerly up to the border, spotting the injured girl. Should I help her? Wait, the king's guards… She looked out and spotted a few loudly crashing through the area.
Anan frowned a little to herself and sprinted forward to the girl. "Hey! Hey are you okay?"
The shouts grew louder and Kyrri stumbled over she cried it in pain but hurriedly stood up and kept running, only at a slower pace.
“Anan! Who is she?”
Anan looked over at the guards. "Okay, she didn't hear me. Maybe I could distract the guards." She pulled out a little notebook and searched through it. Ah, here it is. The spell.
She stepped out in front of the men hoping she looked powerful and intimidating, as witches should. "Excuse me, what are you doing?"
Kyrri didn’t have any more energy to run and collapsed onto the ground, turning around as she saw the woman in front of the guards. One spoke, “We need that girl, witch.”
Karyn jo Ned Anan with rustic in her arms
"Why?" She tilted a hip to the side, the black leather binding of her notebook gleaming against the sun.
Kamryn put Rustic around her neck and brought her staff in front of her
“She’s a killer, and the king wants her to pay for her crimes.” He snarled, his eyes drifting from one witch to the other, then the book and Kyrri behind them.
"Mmmmhmm… okay, but we don't want you killing anyone on our… let's see… land so if you do, the king will be set in treason for doing that, and we have every right, in turn, to kill you. Skedaddle."
Rustic jumped down and sniffed the new being. “I see but what proof can you show us?” She asked fixing her cloak
“We’re not leaving without her, witches. Lord Varile is dead because of her.” He pointed to Kyrri who retuned a cold glare to the guard.
"You either leave, or we leave with your lives. Souls work really well in potions."
The guards went pale but reluctantly moved away, “We’ll be back, witch.” The guard spat before walking back into their own lands.
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