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When the first scream pierced the air the hair on the back of his neck stood up as his eyes opened. At first he didn’t recognize it for what it was. He thought the illness was back, if that was so his parents would come back home soon as they always let him sleep in as long as his elder sister could stay around the home to make sure he did get up at a ‘reasonable’ hour. After a moment he realized how foolish that was. The cursed tree had been dealt with and things had started to settle down. More screaming split the air causing Ta’ruk to flail out of his bed. Battle cries started to sound and it was then the shifter knew there was more to this morning than the curse coming back. His older sister Iltean raced into his room and yelled at him as soon as she saw him on the floor. Still disoriented he tried to ask what was wrong as she grabbed his arm and jerked up painfully up. He had forgotten how strong she really was. “Ilt… Stop it. What’s going on?” She wasn’t listening and the noise outside increased. One shout of Oban could be made out. His sister gestured wildly to the wall and the mayhem that could be heard beyond it. She didn’t bother to say a word and kept pulled him forward by a shoulder and shoved a bag in his hands telling him to get as much food as he could she’d get the other things they’d need.

Ta’ruk’s mouth was dry and he could only hope it was just more hallucinations but his better judgment told him otherwise. Not bothering to really think he stuffed food from the larder into the bag. His sister was soon beside him with a full bag of who knew what. Following her to the door they both hesitated. What would they find when they opened the door? The chance to find out was ruined for them when the door broke open and an Oban branshing a sword stepped through. His sister’s scream urged Ta’ruk forward only to be swatted aside by the strong warrior. His sister’s screaming stopped and there was a bit of gurgling that could be heard. Ta’ruk couldn’t see his sister behind the Oban lunging forward he tackled the stranger’s knees. The bag of supplies was there in his face and he grabbed it to try and see around it to his sister but he felt his hair pulled back by the oban. Screaming Ta’ruk pushed back on his feet into the oban’s chest. The man let go in surprise while Ta’ruk spun and ran. The two bags struck his body and one was getting lighter. The bag of supplies had been cut. Abandoning it just by letting it drop to the street he kept going. There were shouts around him, yet Ta’ruk never stopped and never looked back. This battle and all the death was terrifying to him and kicked his instinct to survive into a full storm in his brain. He didn’t even have time to think. The guilt could wait until later. Yes it would come and rip him apart for he had left his sister not knowing if she lived or was dead, those he had known all his life, including his own parents, to fight and possibly die. Living was all that mattered now.

Chronological order of RPs:
[x] : Floundering steps ( BarAmal)
Journal entry one: You learn when you watch.
[x] : What are you doing? ( Oeuen)
[x] : It's not to bad out there( mella)
[x] : Snowball point