forum Witch and her human ((one-on-one//closed))

Started August 03, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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Myar has been ruled over the witches for centuries, never allowing access by humans or other into their borders.
Rulled by a vicious queen in the capital city, Pryvlyn meaning Kingdom of Bones, people have been told stories from a young age about what lives deep in the forest, and to fear what lives in that city.
Yet when one, injured human stumbles into the borders when they are on the run from another territories court, one higher born witch has to decide whether they are going to break years of tradition and help them, or leave them to die.
This is where we begin.

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Yeah, course you can

(Uh, 19-23)
Name: Andion Rurrow
Age: 200 (looks about 23ish)
Gender: female
Personality: cold hearted, vicious, doesn’t hold back when it comes to fighting, confident, loyal to her people and her city
Apperance: dark black hair that goes and is slightly wavy down to her waist, grey eyes with, tanned skin, tall, slightly curvy. Always wears a nazy blue cape when out hunting or doing anything
Other: loves conflict and always tried her best to impress her queen in anyway possible.

Name: Callista "Cally" Walker
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Warm, laughs a lot, flirty, dramatic, loud, stubborn, sarcastic, easily annoyed
Appearance: Dark skin, long black hair, long legs and arms, sharp smile, warm brown eyes
Other: Her favorite word is "extraordinary"

(Sorry this took so long)

(Yup, so it’ll start with Callista and Andion meeting at the border when Callista is on the run, if that’s alright?)
Andion was on border patrol, her navy blue cape fluttering in the wind. The first winter snows were starting to fall and her fighting leathers still weren’t enough to keep out the chill. If there was anyone stupid enough out there in this weather they should be left to die.

The wind whipped at Cally as she ran, her ragged breaths being drowned out by the yells behind her. Her arm had gone numb a while ago, but she still clutched it as if she was making sure it was still there. She continued running until her legs gave out beneath her. She crawled over to a bush on the side of the road, praying that the people chasing her were gone.

Andion heard the shouts before she saw the people, her daggers and iron nails already out. Humans. In her lands. She spritined the few miles and found them, they looked to be searching for something but she didn’t care, all she knew was she had to kill them.

Cally flinched as she heard fighting going on. Was someone… saving her? Or were they just defending themselves. She stayed still as she heard their screams, breathing heavily when they finally ceased. "Hello?" She called out weakly, not bothering to move out from behind the bush. She didn't think she could.

“Come out.” Andion said, coldly her gaze drawn to the bush that had talked, “Or would you like me to kill you too?”

Cally's eyes widened. "No!" She yelled, before covering her mouth. "I'll come out." She dragged herself back onto the main road, her legs bloodied and covered in scratches. Her right arm hung limply at her side, and her left held onto it at the shoulder. "Please don't kill me."

“What are you doing so far north? And so injured…” Andion looked the girl up and a few times, assessing her injuries.

"I was running." Cally said bluntly, eyeing the bodies on the ground. "From them."

Andion looked at the bodies around her, “Well, they won’t bother you anymore.”

Cally raised her eyebrows. "They'll probably keep sending more after me, though. Some of the territories around here are pretty….. angry. So where am I, anyway? I kind of need medical assistance, if you haven't noticed."

Andion crossed her arms and clicked her iron nails together, “Do you not know? I thought people were told to fear the witches in Myar?” She said, grinning to reveal pointed teeth