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 Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 8:18 am
Naqenni | 1
Naqenni felt the stirring of energy in the air as her younger sisters grew in volume with their anxiousness. She was young yet, compared to their cousins, and rash in her own way, she knew. Despite her youth, however, she had found that the more younger sisters she gained over time — but the mystic, in particular — the more she became conscious, and cautious, of the dangers that could befall them.
Her.
Nivalis.
Where once, even as a girl barely old enough to hold her caretaker mother’s bow, she had been itching with impatience to wage war on the world around her and prove her strength, she had only herself to lose then. Now, having come before the tree now to listen to the matron, and watching the power of eagerness in her sisters to do something swell up like a tidal force—she felt something very distinctly different from her earliest brashness. She, too, felt that their cousins were the past, that Nivalis and their sisters were the future, and that in time, they would rule this island and those beyond it.
But now was a time of crisis. They were losing sisters and did not know the reason.
She had watched the effect of a lost sister on Nivalis once before, thanks to rashness. No matter how she might wish it, they were not ready for war or hastiness in any regard. Without a word yet, Naqenni moved through the crowd, ignoring the over-eager outbursts edging Nivalis on and instead slipping in until she stood, silent, just to the mystic’s right, her attention intent not on the wild energy of the crowd, but its effect on Nivalis.
While there was much she could say, and there was great concern in her that now was not the time to make choices without thought when the situation was so volatile, she knew more than that the core truth: whatever Nivalis chose, in the end she would follow. Above all else, now simply was not the time to leave her alone.
At least the girl was in good company.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 9:57 am
NIVALIS
Post: 7
Nivalis' gaze swiveled with startled abruptness toward the first Elaria to raise her voice in her honor. At first, she felt something suspiciously similar to abashment, as though she had done something wrong and was just waiting for a reprimand. The girls around her had heard her complaints and grievances, and though they were true, it hadn't been her intention for anyone but the level-headed Pruu and easy-going Pyrrha to hear.
The feeling was quick to build into something else entirely: excitement. The voices around her rang, and the passion in what her sisters said made her want to act brashly. Nivalis had stood before them before, but never with a voice of her own, never as more than a shadow. She was young, and smaller than most and did not expect to be the wisest among them, nor properly prepared to lead when she was still so many decades from knowing all that the matron knew.
But she was as eager for the day when Elaria could stand on their own as any of her sisters, and having them around her now, looking to her and encouraging her to do more made pride swell up through her chest and grow into a desire to be what they wanted her to be.
She was ready. She was She could not do nothing. She would not do nothing.
Giving Pruu's and Pyrrha's hands a gentle, encouraging squeeze, she stepped away from them and forward to be nearer to the crowd.
"Sisters!" She called, her voice nowhere near as loud or commanding as the matron's. With her small stature and softer voice, she could only have their attention if they gave it to her. One day, perhaps she would command it, but not today. If Niva noticed, she didn't let it deter her. "They told us we were the future- They told us we were superior- Yet they cage us beneath their rule! They quash our eagerness to advance by telling us we aren't ready, that we aren't wise or strong enough, but we are as strong as we've ever been!"
"And they expect us to be frightened by monsters, mainlanders, Yaeli, or whatever else trying to steal us from our home. But-"
More than she saw it, Niva felt the presence of her eldest sister. She'd always felt that Naqenni's aura was a quiet but powerful one. It was not wild and raucous like those of so many of her sisters, but neither was it timid. It was present and steady, as it had been all those years ago, when they'd stepped onto the mainland for the first time. Nivalis recalled that time, the sheer number of earthlings and what it was like to be surrounded by a sea of them, and a cool stone of clarity dropped through her, pushing back the jittery excitement that was so easy to be lost in. Even though they Yaeli were a single tribe, their numbers were still vast as compared to her own tribe.
Leaving their island, or even waging an attack on the Yaeli was foolishness. Nivalis was as eager for the day when they could claim all the lands due them as the next, but that was not this day, and the situation that faced them would not be resolved by initiating more conflict. She let out a soft breath, and continued.
"But we are not frightened. We are warriors as much as our cousins, and we do not need their permission to defend our home. It is important that we band together. Though our cousins are intent on ruling us, they will not do so forever, and I seek counsel with many of my sisters each day to learn all that I can. So long as we keep a wary eye and strive to be open with each other, we will overcome any struggle that befalls us."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 11:22 am
Naqenni | 2
Sisters!
Naqenni held herself still, listening as Nivalis addressed their common sisters with great energy—if not quite the long-practiced commanding tone of the matron. One day, though, she had no doubt Nivalis’ voice would bloom to match, and eventually overtake such power, to lead their kindred as she was destined. In this moment, it was sufficient enough to note that even if Nivalis lacked the standing and expertise of the matron, she did have her sisters’ attention—as well as the attention of a number of cousins, she was sure, particularly as her speech progressed.
…they cage us beneath their rule!
While Naqenni understood the sentiment — they were growing, deserved recognition as their own emerging kind despite deep ties to their cousins — she also felt an immediate pull within herself filled with the sense that this was not the place for words quite so strong. As tempting as they were, they were still in the presence of the matron and many powerful older cousins. She had no intention of forever answering to them like obedient children.
But nor did she think drawing their attention so publicly to the rebellious itch would reap beneficial results. If anything, it was likely to bring them under stricter scrutiny and chastised for causing a stir in times of crisis. While she did not agree with everything the matron or her cousins said, now — with their sisters disappearing when there were far too few to begin with — was not the time to be divisive. And there was undeniably some wisdom to be had among their elders, despite how stifling it could feel.
Still, it was Nivalis’ stage, and she did understand and back so much of what she said that it seemed ill-timed to say anything herself. Thus, when Nivalis paused of her own accord without prompting, some unspoken air within her winding down like a calming gust after a brief storm, Naqenni felt a returning sense of ease, as though watching rough ocean waves slow and even themselves out as the clouds overhead parted.
“We are not afraid,” she agreed after Nivalis had reached her conclusion, speaking not at her fullest volume, but enough so that her voice carried over her crowd of sisters a decibel or so below Nivalis’ so as not to sound as though she were overpowering but rather backing up the mystic’s words. “And we must learn, as our cousins before us, to band with one another not as children, but as warriors of our people…”
Her milky teal gaze flit over those before her, Phyrra and Pruu still so young, Lumikani’s daughters, older but still girls, and then to Ceylinae, her bloom sister and the eldest among them.
“But much as we must learn to cut our own path, we cannot forget our roots, our history, and our training, in a time of loss more so than any other. We are not bloomed of the same tree as our cousins, but they have raised us, taught us all we know of the blade, the bow, the spear, and the land, and though we may not always agree as daughters do not always agree with their mothers…we are a family here which must be strong in unison. Nivalis is our mystic and we will not be stifled or inspired to fear…but we must remember always that the enemy is not among us. Trial has been put before us young with limited numbers. Only by banding our strength will we uncover what hunts us and show the world our true capacity. We are the monsters of Yael, not anything that cowers in the shadows…and if we rally our efforts, we will demonstrate how much there is to fear for those who dare to encroach upon our land and take our sisters…”
It occurred to her, as was her temptation, to say that she wanted some among them to meet with her. A band solely of Elaria and her mystic that they might begin to act, if not with any official recognition of their elders, then still in practice as a unit of their own kind. They would need to in time, and what better time to begin than now?
But too many eyes were upon them, and it was still her opinion that drawing too much contentious attention from their cousins at a time when they needed all the strength they could get would not make the results they wished. So, for now, she held her tongue. Instead, she watched, looking among them to those she knew with the closest trust as those she might later depend upon to be her support in whatever action they needed to take as the situation developed.
None of them could know now what the coming days would reveal, but she knew, as Nivalis’ words supported, they would not do nothing.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 7:57 pm
Pruu- Post 7
Watching Nivalis step up to address the fiery crowd, Pruu felt herself swell with pride. Pride in her sisterhood that she was part of. Pride in seeing how the mystic was growing. Pride in the knowledge that they would not be ignored. Her energy was spiking, but those firm words pulled her back to the collected focus that she was most familiar with. Yes. Together, the Elarians could overcome anything.
Her gaze turned to Naqenni, one of the eldest of their new race. Seeing such leaders growing from the folds... Brow knitting, she lowered her gaze the tiniest bit. Such leaders were right... As temporary as it may have been, she had gotten caught up in the energy of the group and the urge to act. She wanted to be a leader one day as well, and that was not what a leader did...
Pressing her lips, she raised her chin with a nod to acknowledge the pair. Just running blindly to kill everything in sight was no way to solve the problem of the missing family... Her gaze managed to slide back over to where the matron stood, wondering if the shift would change the elder's mind, or if it would just cause a further rift...
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 8:17 pm
Pyrrha - 7
At first the harsh cacophony of sound surrounding Pyrrha was internally filtered through a protective lens; she just assumed, that if her sisters were upset, that it was because of something she had or had not done. After all, when had that logic ever failed her? Now, when they were rallying around the little mystic, using she and her twin as a sort of stepping stone to Nivalis...
It was both a little intoxicating, and worrisome.
Pyrrha remained silent throughout the sneers, huffs and hisses. Her eyes stayed open through their growing protests, stopping only when she noted a familiar face in Naqenni. Yet another angered by how things were run; yet another voice to join the growing throng.
The Matron may as well have been speaking to the stone for all the respect she was given. Pyrrha felt a surge of sympathy in her for the old woman. It must have been difficult, to see the fruit of your labors turn away from you and flock to someone else. Beneath all of that bluster and fire was still a soul who was likely just as worried about the missing women as anyone else here.
Not that Pyrrha could make the others see that in such an excitable moment. The Matron likely cared little for her, if she paid much heed to her at all. The same could be said for Pyrrha as well. And yet, they were both cared for by the same goddess, so surely that brought them closer than some of her jeering sisters would suggest?
Despite the general consensus of we are not afraid, Pyrrha was just that; afraid. She feared for the missing cousins, the lost sister, and for herself. There was a fear of what this rush of attention may do to Nivalis and those closest to her. What it might to do all of Zinris.
Pyrrha took another steadying breath and closed her eyes, murmuring a small prayer under her exhaled breath.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 9:38 pm
Ceylinae - Post 3 Cey's antennae gave a bit of a twitch as everything around them started to get rather loud. There were voices on both 'sides' that being the sisters and cousins, as they started to butt heads over what should and shouldn't be done. It was a bit of a surprise to her that they would end up arguing with each other when they should be focusing instead on what was going on. Shouldn't they be thinking about their missing family members instead of pointing fingers among their own? It seemed that this situation was really getting everyone riled up in a bad way. Her attention went from inner musing to the young Elarian Mystic as she chose to speak up. It seemed that she was on the side of the Elaria that didn't want to be told what to do. While Ceylinae herself was rather miffed at the idea of being stuck within the village boundaries she hadn't really thought about raising her voice in protest. Instead she'd been trying to figure out how exactly she'd be able to continue her training. That was the foremost on her mind unlike her sisters who were wanting to do more which made Ceylinae feel as though she were perhaps a bit too detached? Was she so caught up in her own training and that of her future mount? It was pretty well possible. She had been spending a lot of time on her own of late. Lifting a hand she set to toying with her braid as she tried to figure what she should be doing instead of just running around training on her own. Likely trying to train with her sisters so that she could actually get closer to them. Her antennae gave a twitch as she heard Naqenni's voice raise with that of their mystic and she whirled around to look in her direction. Not that she would admit it but she was rather impressed with her courage and candor. Her speech was an impressive one, drawing Ceylinae to move a bit closer to her, wanting to see what Naqenni might do next... not to mention she wanted to be there for her if their cousins didn't approve of her words or those of the young mystic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:44 am
NIVALIS
Post: 8
Nivalis watched those around her with rapt attention. She had spoken out, as some of her sisters had encouraged her to do, and as she'd wanted to do. Nothing she'd said was, as far as Nivalis was concerned, untrue, and what she was lacking in intelligence and actual information, she made up for with passion. She believed her words unwaveringly, and she would be hard-pressed to keep her own thoughts from her beloved sisters. Whether they were 'smart' thoughts or not was another matter entirely.
As Naqenni spoke up from behind her, Niva felt something like a cool wave wash through her, a cool wave of disappointment and dissatisfaction that made her gaze dip and her shoulders sag. Had her words not been enough for the older girl? They were of one tribe and of the same blood; Naqenni was entitled to her speech as much as any.
But it stung her that anyone had felt her words needed follow up. Naqenni was older, stronger, raised as the first and a leader of her own. And Nivalis was a child: small, stupid and ill-prepared for what was happening within her tribe.
She tried to focus on Naq's speech, but her mind wandered, and she instead took comfort in slipping back, back to where Pyrrha and Pruu still stood side-by-side and twined her fingers again with those of the other girls'.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 4:09 pm
Pyrrha - 8
Perhaps things had not gone exactly as Nivalis had planned? All Pyrrha was immediately aware of were fingers returning to her own, twining their way into a comfortable hold while her eyes were still closed in prayer. When she opened her minty orbs once more, the mystic was closer, with a noticeably quelled spirit around her.
Depending on how the Matron herself reacted, Pyrrha could see the sudden changes going one of two ways. Either the passion would calm, minds would focus and life would continue on as normal, or something would change. A start of a new way of life would bud from this moment, and Pyrrha decided that she would very much like to see that happen.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 7:01 pm
Chapter 9: Grave Expectations
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 The Matron watched in silence, observing the children lash up. It was amazing, to see a young race thirsty for vengeance. She knew this day would come, the day they attempted to stand up and be their own. It was inevitable, like a teenager who rebelled so did the young Elaria. The first blooms were quiet, they were well beyond the emotional state, but she could see their frustration too. They were ready, but not for this fight. Even they had no idea what the Matron suspected, something she didn't dare whisper with her elders let alone with the excitable Elaria.
No, she wanted to ignore such rumors of a past, focus on the future instead. It seemed the trials would bring both together yet again.
Looking toward the withering Nivalis, she determined it was well time for her to take back control of the crowd.
"Enough, you've said your part, and we have listened. Let us speak." She said with a stern voice, waiting a moment before the rest of the elders stepped forward, "No matter our roots, we are a sisterhood. We listen to your concerns and take consideration to your thirsts. Today is not the day for you to lead, as your own sisterhood is still young."
She gestured to the younglings, fresh blooms, the teens who still had no weapon to call their own, and even the mystic, "We do not ignore the fact that soon my sisterhood will fade into the roots of Elzira, leaving Elaria alone to rule. But understand we are here to guide you, to teach you not only how to survive, but how to survive a world you will soon face. No Elaria yet has bloomed their own, how can you think of the future when all you think of is yourself?"
"Soon, your day will come. But for now, you need to focus on each other. Train harder, learn faster, and be stronger. That is what you need to worry about, not sailing across the sea to fight a war you can't survive."
"We are here to help you, my young daughters. We do this out of love, out of our love. You will listen to reason, and we will continue to build up your strength so some day it will be yo-"
An Alkidike sister, an older one well skilled with her blade, let out a cry from the far back of the crowd. She had originally moved away from the mass when the Matron began to speak. As a result she was alone near the shadow of the wood. Behind her, a claw of black reached and wrapped around her neck as a cloaked figure appeared from a split in the air. From under the hood a bug-like feature that none had ever seen looked out at the sisterhood, while loud clicking and humming sounded from it's quivering maw.
The Alkidike struggled, but seemed easily overcome and all but strangled by the beast.
It was nothing any Elaria would recognize or even have imagined, as no Alkidike ever bothered to share such an old tale. These creatures were thought to have been a bedtime story to scare the young Alkidikes into submission, but none of the extremists felt a need to use such tricks when raising their Elaria.
The Matron, however, recognized it easily.
"Dretch." She hissed out a word that caused chills to run down most Alkidike's spines, before waving her hand as a command, "Do not let it take our Sister!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 2:49 am
Ceylinae - Post 4 As the Matron spoke up Ceylinae found herself shifting her stance into one that was more relaxed. It seemed that she wasn't angry, she was just reminding them that they were young yet. Something that she knew to be true even though she didn't like the idea of still being seen as young. There were many of the Elaria that were gathered that weren't even armed yet, something that were still just younglings. They were no where near ready to stand up against the world, which was why Ceylinae's personal goals involved protecting their sisters and the home front while the others considered bigger dreams across the ocean. Giving a little she turned to glance around the crowd, taking in the looks on everyone's faces, wanting to see what they all through of the Matron's speech. As she started though she started to pick up the oddest sound, one that she didn't recognize. It was this odd clicking sound that drew her attention, and she found herself starring at something she'd never seen before. Some sort of... monster? Maybe? It walked up right like they did but it looked more beast then anything, like some sort of walking insect. The thing had hold of one of their cousins, holding her fast, and looked as though it meant to drag her away. It was them? Those insect monsters were the ones that were taking the members of their tribe then? They seemed to be rather powerful as well the way that the creature was able to overpower the Alkidike that it had caught hold of. It was as the Matron spoke up again, hissing out the word 'Dretch' which was a foreign one to her ears, and as they were told not to let it take the Alkidike she moved. Ceylinae slide her bow off of her shoulder, notched an arrow and moved in a quickened motion to put herself between the 'monster' and the Mystic Nivalis. She'd make sure the thing didn't get close to her, she was far too important to them. Once she'd positioned herself she drew back her arrow and set about taking aim. She'd trained with her bow daily ever since she'd gotten it, she hunted with it, she knew how to use it... but preparing to fight something that had a hostage did add a different sort of tension and peril to the shot. She had to do this though, so she could help aid her cousin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 10:09 am
Pruu- Post 8
Realizing that she had been holding her breath, Pruu let it out slowly. "There is time, Nivalis," she murmured as the mystic drew near again. There was time for growing, getting stronger, earning their places in the family...
The horrified scream pierced Pruu's chest like a blade. She had never heard such a sound while so close to the safety of Elzira, nor with the clear depth of a cousin's throat. Spinning around, she couldn't help a tiny pause of confusion. ...What was that?! Dretch? What was that?!
Gathering her wits quickly, she dropped the hands she held to fill her own with her blades, and spun to face the opposite way. There were cousins and sisters closer to their attacker than she was, and she had to look out for if more of those things showed up from another direction.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 11:10 am
Naqenni | 3
Naqenni, while speaking with very specific intent, had not intended wound Nivalis’ mood—an uncharacteristic sentiment within her, generally speaking, to make attempts at gentleness and care overly much about what ‘feelings’ her words and actions would inspire, as opposed to a her more typical brute focus on results. As was often the case, however, her attempt at delicacy in the matter seemed to have still come off harsher than intended, at least to the extent that Nivalis looked physically deflated—and what a visibly readable girl she was.
Before Naqenni could overthink her actions, however, and second guess the best path forward, the matron spoke up again. Naqenni found that at first, this seemed secondary to Nivalis’ reaction. The girl had had so much energy about her, whatever the alkidike matron had to say was background.
Until someone among them screamed.
In the split of an instant, Naqenni’s fingers were on her bow, poised in readiness to draw even before her eyes found the source. When they did, she held for an instant perfectly still, arrow nocked, gaze on target. She had seen nothing of the like. Dark. Grotesque. Inhuman in a way difficult to describe such that it was clearly no earthling, but nor was it any ordinary beast. Her body moved slowly after that, already near enough to Nivalis and surrounded by enough other sisters and cousins that she did not need to move far to flank Ceylinae’s positioning and hold herself at the ready.
This ‘dretch’ had seemed to come out of the shadows themselves, and if that were the case, the next could come from anywhere.
Her antennae twitched, curling, and her ears felt hot with the beat of her pulse, listening, ready for the next sound or signal. As tempting as it was to fire from her position, it wasn’t practical. She would have to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 5:41 pm
Pyrrha - 9
When the alkidike screamed it ripped through Pyrrha's prayers, and shattered the veil of calm she had built up around herself. She snapped her eyes toward the sound, breath hitching when she saw that thing clawing at her cousin! "Goddess help us," she murmured, one of her hands fluttering up over her lips. She was silently transfixed as the woman was held captive; eyes wide, noticeably shake in her hands and fear curling up like a keldari in her gut.
Giving it a name didn't help. Dretch, the matron called it. It didn't matter to Pyrrha what it was called; only that it had visibly attacked them, so close to their goddess, and would possibly do so again. The thought had Pyrrha's fists clenching. She took a defensive martial stance near Pruu in an attempt to block Nivalis from view. There were older sisters with them, larger cousins who had seen more battles than she, and certainly more impassioned warriors ready to take the charge. Still, she was there, and she would help.
"Have either of our mothers mentioned the Dretch to you, Pruu?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 8:50 am
NIVALIS
Post: 9
’You haven’t listened,’ Nivalis thought vehemently, though she kept the words to herself. The elders may have heard her speak, but she’d be hard-pressed to say they listened. Or cared. Niva shrank back further, her grip around her sisters’ hands tightening in her frustration. She didn’t need to lead just yet. She understood that she was younger and ill-prepared to take the role from someone who had had it so much longer and was so much wiser. So she didn’t need to lead. She only wanted to not be treated like a child. She wanted to be treated like a blossoming adult and given consideration to her ideas and to be thought of as useful. She wanted to be necessary, and if today was any indication, she was still very far from that. She was the mystic of her tribe. And still everything she said held so little weight.
The heat of agitation in her chest coiled, and the desire to act out was still present, to just tell them so that they knew how wrong they were. How dare they accuse her of caring for no one but herself- how dare they accuse it of any Elaria. Because they’d begged no blooms for themselves? Elzira gave them children without the need. If her elder sisters were more focused on their training than child rearing, how did that make it so they cared for no one but themselves.
Those words were perhaps the most infuriating of all.
She raised her gaze to glare and could taste the venomous retort on her tongue, but a strangled shout from the back of the crowd stalled her. Nivalis spun, and her attention was quick to lock onto the creature that had snared an Alkidike woman. All but as soon as she’d had time to take it in, Ceylinae and Naqenni were before her, blotting out most of her vision with their taller frames.
The thrill of terror skated up her spine, all but enveloping the frustrations of moments prior. ‘Dretch,’ the matron called it. The word was familiar; perhaps she’d seen it in a text or muttered on the breeze. The thing (what she could see of it from behind her older sisters) was not. The fear spiked higher as she watched flashes of the beast’s movements from between her sisters’ bodies. The last time she had been in danger, and an Elaria had stood between her and it, she’d lost her.
Nivalis did not think when she moved, wedging herself from between Ceylinae and Naqenni and stepping forward, past them and beyond. “I do not need your protection,” she huffed briskly as she moved nearer to the dretch. “There are younger girls. Find them and stay with them.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2017 9:19 pm
Pruu- Post 9
Looking back at her mystic's words, Pruu's brow knit sharply. Nivalis was so important, but Pruu could understand the desire to stand firm. Ceylinea and Naqenni were with her though, and would work hard to keep her safe.
Jutting out her chin, she turned back to the woods and took a small step forward. "I have never heard either of them speak the foul name," she replied to Pyrrha as she squinted into the shadows of the trees. The creature trying to take the alk seemed to have come out of no where, completely under the radar of their attentions. How was it even possible?! Blades poised, she let out a slow breath to focus herself. The terrified screams still had her a little rattled, but she knew she had to keep her guard up.
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