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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:55:44 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
Mackenzie approached the retina scanner, the only way to enter unless you knew how to hack. When she finished she replied, "I wouldn't bet on that. It would depend on what they throw at us. Hopefully it's pillows." Mackenzie gave a nervous laugh but on the inside she was very serious. She had not really had any training before this, as her dad didn't think she was 'ready'. Whatever that meant. The door opened by itself and she walked inside, assuming Booker was right behind her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 22:35:25 GMT -5
ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛPlot Two"Then reason with her further you freaking idiot!" Clayton smacked his parter on the back of his head as he drove. They weren't supposed to take hostages, ever. If things were going south then get back up and they would help influence them, but hostages led to more criminal charges then necessary. He turned his blue eyes back to the road and glared. "Well obviously I can't do that now," Sergio retorted to Clayton as he was turning around to face the girl they had tied up, "she's out cold - oh hi." His tone sounded much happier when Sergio realized she was awake, it almost as if he was greeting a friend. "Is she awake?" Clayton turned around for a brief moment to look at the girl, "s***." Clayton cursed before looking back at the road. They were going to be in so much trouble it wasn't even funny. -- Plot TwelveThe Lost Woods was where Sebastian made his home. It was not only home to him by to a few other demons too. This was the only place he would be free to trick humans into practically signing away their souls quietly. In public it got too much attention, even if he made himself invisible. But it didn't matter now. There was a human here, he could feel their presence. If stupidity was a smell, humans would reek it and to Sebastian, it was almost like one. An unexplainable sense that alerted him of humans. This one was lost. Hence the name The Lost Woods. They should really read into that more carefully. He moved through the woods in a black aura that resembled that of a human. But no one could feel him unless he took on another form, and his eyes her red surrounded by black. It was these eyes that pierced through the fog that floated on the ground, ones that would alert who identified to be a female human.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 22:47:11 GMT -5
Just Between Us
Ms. Ayala sighed as if her students have been asking her this all day, every day. "In the cabinets in the back of the classroom. Should be labeled 4th period." Ms. Ayala went back to typing away on her computer as she was telling Cassie this. She never really liked humans, nor did she like them (or anyone really) approaching her desk. It was like her personal bubble, and if someone were to invade that space, you can expect her to have a poor attitude about it.
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Post by Misty on Nov 14, 2016 22:58:04 GMT -5
Cassie nodded once and mumbled a thanks before turning and heading to the back of the classroom. She opened one of the cabinets and quickly found the section labeled "Fourth Period." The girl grabbed the textbook on top of the stack and did a quick visual inspection of it before closing the cabinet. She held the book in her arms as she exited the classroom into the hallway. Once in the hallway, she let out a sigh to herself as she shifted the book to one hand so she could push the other through her hair.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 23:13:50 GMT -5
Plot Four
Alicia messed with the straw in her smoothie, brown eyes downcast into the drink. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, and a somewhat loose one. "But-" Alicia was expecting to get interrupted. Alicia was always being interrupted, especially by her partner Dylan. He annoyed the heck out of her sometimes, but she got back at him for making jokes about him being really white. She was a Latina so he couldn't really make white jokes about her. Her legs didn't swing like they normally did when she sat down. This last job had really put her in an downcast mood. She had never killed before, and it didn't feel good.
Plot 13
{Uh, I'm not sure how to respond to that haha. Idk where my character would fit in}
Jack Frost Nippin' at Your Nose
It had been a long day to say the least for Kayleigh. The severe snow storm had forced her to stay at home and get everything done she normally couldn't have. So she was being productive yes, but it was boring cleaning everything. Especially since she just hated cleaning in general. The house looked clean at least, her log cabin in the woods. The fireplace was making the house warmer as well as the heater inside. She needed it though, Kayleigh wouldn't be able to live up here without it.
She was reading a book right now, called 'The Catcher in the Rye', as she sat in one of her favorite chairs. She glanced briefly out of the window as she heard the house creak and saw a figure in the distance. What would someone be out here for? And why?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 23:18:22 GMT -5
Just Between Us
"Forget about me?" Mason chuckled as he came up from behind he and placed a hand on her shoulder. He figured she was too mad at the teacher to really pay attention to what she should be aware of: Mason. His hand being so close one her neck made it tempting to just lean over and bite her now, but he couldn't do that with people present. Although, he was already scheming of a way he could get her alone. Maybe after a week or so she would warm up to him enough to trust being somewhere alone with him.
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Post by 𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒 on Nov 14, 2016 23:26:24 GMT -5
Plot Four
"Seven. Billion. People. Now quit complaining and drink your smoothie." Dylan cut in, like he normally did. The boy didn't really have a filter. Or a normal scale of emotions. He could probably use some deep therapy sessions. It couldn't be healthy to just never process death. Even when his fiancee had died, he barely batted an eye. It was almost like it didn't effect him. Mildly creepy actually. Taking a sip of his smoothie, he looked towards Alicia. "It's fine. Really. It's like rice or something. If you drop one grain, nobody is going to care. They'll forget that grain ever existed."
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Plot 13
Ah 13 is this one right? Muse A is kidnapped, taken off the streets in the middle of the day and held for ransom. Their parents have money, enough to get them out, to get them safe. But will they? Muse B is their kidnapper, the person who's demanding money for a life. Will a friendship grow between the two? and if so, is it real or are they just playing each other to save themselves?
- Jack Frost
Cole spotted the cabin and made his way towards it, his hands burning as he reached to knock on the door. Somewhere in the back of his head, the logical part of him kept saying These is how horror movies start. But the other part of him knew it would be warm. Even if it was just protection from the wind. But he could smell the wood smoke drifting through the chimney. So it was worth being murdered over...Right?
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Post by Misty on Nov 14, 2016 23:27:51 GMT -5
Cassie nearly jumped as Mason placed a hand on her shoulder. She did drop the textbook on the ground, so she picked it up and turned to face him. "Yes, no, maybe?" She said, though she didn't sound sure about her answer. "I don't know," she finally said as she held the hardcover book against her chest. "If this is gonna be some weird thing where you stare at me as I eat, I don't want any part in it," she said. Truthfully, she didn't want any part in it at all, but she had already agreed to sit with Mason and his friends at lunch. She was still adjusting to the idea of being in a mostly vampire school, so her judgment was shaky and likely to flip flop.
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Post by lordclover on Nov 14, 2016 23:38:15 GMT -5
[ hey c: My replies are going to ve pretty slow until Thursday, I havee several tests coming up x'c But that being said I couldn't remember where we left off ^^" I think we were getting close to another timeskip? ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 15, 2016 0:17:45 GMT -5
ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛPlot Two"Then reason with her further you freaking idiot!" Clayton smacked his parter on the back of his head as he drove. They weren't supposed to take hostages, ever. If things were going south then get back up and they would help influence them, but hostages led to more criminal charges then necessary. He turned his blue eyes back to the road and glared. "Well obviously I can't do that now," Sergio retorted to Clayton as he was turning around to face the girl they had tied up, "she's out cold - oh hi." His tone sounded much happier when Sergio realized she was awake, it almost as if he was greeting a friend. "Is she awake?" Clayton turned around for a brief moment to look at the girl, "s***." Clayton cursed before looking back at the road. They were going to be in so much trouble it wasn't even funny. -- Plot TwelveThe Lost Woods was where Sebastian made his home. It was not only home to him by to a few other demons too. This was the only place he would be free to trick humans into practically signing away their souls quietly. In public it got too much attention, even if he made himself invisible. But it didn't matter now. There was a human here, he could feel their presence. If stupidity was a smell, humans would reek it and to Sebastian, it was almost like one. An unexplainable sense that alerted him of humans. This one was lost. Hence the name The Lost Woods. They should really read into that more carefully. He moved through the woods in a black aura that resembled that of a human. But no one could feel him unless he took on another form, and his eyes her red surrounded by black. It was these eyes that pierced through the fog that floated on the ground, ones that would alert who identified to be a female human. Cassiopeia physically jolted when the man driving smacked the passenger in the head. Although she was quiet, and heard every word perfectly, she had stopped moving to make certain so she could try to piece together what they were saying. But it wasn't adding up. Why did the man seem so angry to have taken her? It was almost like it was an accident...but that didn't make any sense.
She began pushing herself up again, trying to work her way into a somewhat comfortable position, a feat in and of itself considering how she was bound. She had managed to turn herself and get herself positioned so her legs were stretched outwards, and she began to twist so her back would be positioned against the driver's side door so she could see them both clearly when the passenger turned to her and positively beamed. What the actual heck??
Cassiopeia froze, supporting all her upper body weight on one arm, feeling the color draining from her face as she swallowed nervously, unsure of how to respond. She kept quiet at first, not moving an inch before shifting quickly and situating herself, locking eyes with him in the darkness for a bold moment before dropping her gaze nervously and then flitting it about to look through the windows, trying to figure out where she was.
"Uh, hello," she finally responded, voice hardly more than a whisper, throat parched and mouth stale from having been asleep, or perhaps unconscious (she wasn't sure which at the moment). She cleared her throat anxiously, tightening the ropes around her wrists as she tried to subtly feel for a weak spot.
"So, uh, how's it goin? Any particular reason you are taking me somewhere against my will or is this just like some big joke?" she asked quickly, voice somewhat husky and warm even, trying to chuckle a little but unable to muster it, the nerves starting to make her shake a bit. She swallowed, pulling her gaze bravely up to the passenger once more, eyes wide and silvery from the moon, anxiety riddled throughout her features.
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Hazel shivered, drawing her hood up and blinking roughly, glancing around in the dimly lit trees. She wondered if her flashlight had enough batteries to get her to a safe location. Where even was a "safe location"?
She didn't even know her current location. She paused for a moment, taking in her surroundings in what little light the moon offered. Thank goodness it was big and round tonight, offering a good bit of visibility for her. She ran through her options in her head. No phone, because hers had died as she was always forgetting to plug that bothersome thing in. Her flashlight probably didn't have enough battery power to get her much farther, and she figured it would be pointless to try to go anywhere anyway. She didn't know where her nearest source of water was, and all she had in her backpack was a half a bottle of stale apple juice, a granola bar, some paper, map making supplies, some rope, and a lighter that probably didn't have any fluid in it. So essentially, she was a sitting duck.
"Good one Hazel," she huffed before scuffing her hiking boot into the dirt, sending a small puff of dust into the air. Wait a minute. That meant it was dry enough for kindling! She dropped her bag gently, turning and quickly beginning to scower the ground for small twigs and branches as well as some suitable, bigger, sustaining ones as well. She also cleared a small circle around her bag and then made herself a bit of a fire pit next to it with ss many rocks as she could find. It was a small, pitiful thing, but a fire pit none the less. She then took out some paper, crumpling it up, and with shaking fingers, fervently tried to get the lighter to work.
After a few tries, she huffed frustratedly, fingers so numb and body shaking so badly it was almost impossible. But no, she would NOT give up! Breathing hot air on her fingers for a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and fervently prayed to God that this would work. She usually never meaningfully prayed, but she's never been stranded either, so she figured it was a first time for everything. Opening her eyes widely, she gave it a sharp tug and the paper finally gave in and ignited. Giving a faint squeal of surprise and joy mixed together, Hazel cleared her throat and put the lighter away safely into her bag.
Next, she drank about half of what was left of the apple juice and ate about one third of the granola bar before putting the rest in her bag to store for morning. She situated the backpack, and was just going to lie down using it as a pillow when she heard a twig snap. She froze, eyes widening as she strained to hear further sound. She held her breath, gaze roving wildly over the area before coming to rest on a very distinct pair of red orbs not too far from her own.
Instinctually, a chill crept down her spine, and she silently wished she had packed her pocket knife. She cleared her throat, releasing the breath she'd been holding and narrowing her gaze as she studied them. "Hello?" she asked, voice calm and soft, head tilting faintly as if she was unsure of herself, drawing somewhat closer to the fire for warmth as she waited. She wasn't sure which was more soothing or alarming: the slim possibility of getting a response, or the very likely chance that she was truly alone.
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Post by cherry on Nov 15, 2016 15:55:44 GMT -5
"She won't be taking care of them either, they'll be rich enough by that time to hire a butler or two. And don't worry, I'll get you what you want." Jacob told her with a smile. His parents had plenty of cash, Jacob knew they would hardly notice a twenty dollars difference among all of their hundreds. (Let me know if quoting is annoying. It's easier on my phone this way.) "Not if they intentionally want to trouble you." Fi responded. "I mean, I'd totally do something like if I ever had kids. Harassment is how I show love." The last sentence went with a hand over her heart for emphasis, chipped black nail polish and all. Some wind started up, and she started tangling her already mussed curly hair into a bun. The raven-haired girl couldn't stand her hair blowing everywhere, and this was actually one of the rare times she'd worn it down in years in the first place. Um... I posted this two days ago?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:12:22 GMT -5
𝒞'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝑒Plot 7Alicia didn't drink her smoothie like how Dylan interrupted her to say. He had no filter, he might as well not know what a filter was. When he made his comment about rice, she turned to face Dylan, her face expressing her confusion. "How can you compare people to plants? And rice for that matter? He could have been someone's father, a brother, an uncle. And you compare his life to rice?" Alicia's tone of voice was increasing in the sense of a sassy attitude. She had a tendency to do that, instead of her becoming angry, she just became sassy. Her hands were not on the straw but on the counter now, flat. Plot 13A new target, that was what Jessica needed. Her last one had been...disposed of. Properly. It wasn't her fault they died, the family wouldn't come up with the money, and that was what happened when you can't meet certain demands. Not only that, but Jessica wouldn't let them work for her to pay it off, she did this sort of thing solo. As of now, she was driving in her Ford F150 down the road casually, as if she wasn't about to kidnap someone for money. Money that she would need to keep her alive. Although, she couldn't just grab someone, they have to not be aware of what was happening. She pulled up to a red light, one that she saw was caused by a young man (about her age) when he pressed the button to walk. Jackpot She thought to herself. Jessica rolled down the window and looked out at the man, "Hey. You must be a runner, because you make my heart race." Jessica used this horrible pick up line on purpose, she had something up her sleeve. Jack Frost Nippin at Your NoseKayleigh stayed glued to her chair for a few moments after she heard a knock at the door. Who were they? Why were they here? She wasn't sure but Kayleigh needed to check, but not alone. Her Glock 43 would be there too, just in case they got any ideas. She put it on one of the windowsills by the front door and opened it carefully, "Who are you? And what the hell are you doing out here in the middle of a snow storm?" She asked, only about half of her face visible as she only cracked open the door. {Which other Plots did you have?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:13:23 GMT -5
[ hey c: My replies are going to ve pretty slow until Thursday, I havee several tests coming up x'c But that being said I couldn't remember where we left off ^^" I think we were getting close to another timeskip? ] {Yeah I think so. When did you want to skip to?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:59:04 GMT -5
MistyJust Between UsMason chuckled when she jumped, she was definitely the type to be spooked easily. Which could work to his advantage. "I'm not a creep. I don't stare at people while they are eating, that's just weird. Unless you want me to for some strange reason?" Mason playfully questioned and raised a dark eyebrow. He stayed close to her as they walked through the hallways to the cafeteria, considering there were a lot of kids around here and there wasn't much room to walk.
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Post by Misty on Nov 15, 2016 20:43:26 GMT -5
"No, I don't want you to," Cassie said firmly, shifting the book in her arms as she walked alongside him. "I only asked because I wasn't sure what to expect. This is my first day here, after all." As if she needed to be reminded of that. She was still trying to convince herself that the school wasn't so bad and that the vampires there weren't out to intimidate her (or worse). "And being here is a pretty big thing to adjust to," she stated as if to remind him of that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:05:28 GMT -5
ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛSergio took a moment to glare at Clayton before responding to the girl. Her voice sounded hoarse, like she had been drooling in her sleep and you wake up the next morning and need water. He didn't say thay though, no need to make her feel more weirded out than she already does. "I'm doing great actually -" Sergio was cut off by Clayton, "What the hell is wrong with you? Obviously that's sarcasm. Just don't talk to her or you'll make things worse." Clayton huffed before looking back at the road. Sergio was stupid. And Clayton seriously meant it, and Sergio knew that he thought so too, although he was still as loyal as a dog. Clayton looked at the girl through the mirror, his voice dripped with sarcasm, "this is of course a prank show and you just figured it out. Do you want a sticker?" He was sick of dealing with people right now, Clayton was often bitter to knew people or to anyone when a mission went wrong. -- Sebastian smiled, his white teeth also able to be seen through the dark. He did so on purpose. Perhaps he can get this human to entertain him. "Greetings. You are lost." Sebastian said in a matter-of-fact tone. He warped over to where the girl was and sat behind her on the ground. He new she had no clue he was there, and it pleased him all the more. Humans were so clueless the majority of the time. He still had a dark aura about him, but this time he looked much more like a human. The only thing that differentiated him and humans was his eyes, black wings, and aura. He was wearing all black, like the night sky above him. Sebastian placed a hand on her shoulder, and gripped it so she could not escape if she tried. He moved his face close to her ear as he whispered to her, "I'm the last being you want to see." He chuckled softly in her ear, not letting go of the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:09:25 GMT -5
{Helloooo}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:15:01 GMT -5
"No, I don't want you to," Cassie said firmly, shifting the book in her arms as she walked alongside him. "I only asked because I wasn't sure what to expect. This is my first day here, after all." As if she needed to be reminded of that. She was still trying to convince herself that the school wasn't so bad and that the vampires there weren't out to intimidate her (or worse). "And being here is a pretty big thing to adjust to," she stated as if to remind him of that. Mason took the book from her arms, feeling it would be gentleman like if he did so. Plus, it would get her to see him as friendly before he...Mason was getting excited just thinking about drinking her blood. He could picture his teeth sinking into her neck, and Mason wouldn't have to worry about being caught, he had a plan. Of course Mason wouldn't kill her, he would maybe take her blood once or twice a week, meaning he would recieve one or two more servings of blood than what the school gave out. He turned towards the cafeteria, and headed through the double doors. The food here was about the same as the ones in most other school cafeterias, they didn't even change the menu for the vampire kids. "Don't worry, I remember."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:15:41 GMT -5
{Pretty good, relieved that I replied to all of those people haha}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:25:29 GMT -5
{Yeah, but it's worth it in the end. At least I'm never bored XD}
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Post by Misty on Nov 15, 2016 21:33:49 GMT -5
Cassie nodded once as she followed him into the cafeteria. The girl was grateful that he had taken the textbook, as she now had her hands free to get lunch. The cafeteria seemed fairly normal, which she hadn't been expecting at all. Truthfully, she didn't know what she had been expecting. She quickly found the line for food and walked over to stand in it, not sure what to expect for lunch.
(bleh, short)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:54:04 GMT -5
Just Between Us
"Surprised that we have fairly normal food?" Mason chuckled as he stood in line right behind her. The line wasn't extremely long in front of them, which was a good thing. Behind them however, was the problem. They would need to hurry up to avoid a fight, or worse, if one of them delinquents tried to bite Cassie because she was a human taking her time. That was his job.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:57:31 GMT -5
Spy Troubles
{Sorry! I keep doing that arg...}
She followed the signs that pointed in her in the direction of Mr. Friesenhahn's training room: M101. Supposedly they were working on agility training but she only heard that from rumors. From other newbies. So obviously it was not the most reliable information. She reached the retina scanner for room M101 and did it as fast as she could. Being on time was important, especially for one's first day
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 15, 2016 22:00:29 GMT -5
Cassiopeia was unsure of how to feel at the moment. She was still drowsy, and the ropes were starting to irritate her wrists. And the guy driving seemed to have a stick up his butt. Cass glared at him for a moment before rolling her eyes, snorting faintly. "Well, listen pal, I didn't ask to be kidnapped, and apparently you weren't supposed to kidnap me, so it seems like we're both in a bit of a pickle," she laughed slightly, trying to ease up the tension so she could figure out what to do. Maybe she could persuade them to just take her home. Whichever direction that was.
"Hey, I don't know either of your names and I'm not even going to bother asking because I figure Mr. Grumpy Pants over here will have a hernia, but could you at least tell me where you're taking me? And maybe untie me? I'm getting a little chafed from the rope, and there's not any reason for it. I'm not going to try to jump out of the car or do anything stupid like try to commandeer the vehicle or anything that would end up with us potentially dead or something," she spewed, talking quickly and continuing to strain against the ropes, huffing faintly. Her anxiety was rising the longer she was awake, but she kept her voice calm and somewhat sarcastic, trying to show them that she wasn't a threat and that she was somewhat irritated. She could've screamed or tried to escape by now, but it seemed they were just as unhappy with her presence in the car as she was, so she felt her fear diminish some.
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Hazel froze, squinting at the shapes not too far from her. It almost looked like a smile, much like that of the Cheshire Cat's from Alice in Wonderland. Which was just a child's tale, but it conjured bad images for her at the moment as the movie began to seem a little too real for her taste. She half expected a pack of singing cards to come dancing out. Which was all fine and dandy, until something grabbed her shoulder. She gave a faint shriek, eyes widening and color draining from her face, an uncontrollable shiver violently going through her for a moment. She wasn't even able to gain her composure when a low voice whispered in her ear.
She gulped, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before turning her head, coming nose to nose with the creature, eyes steely and bold in the moonlight, pale face awash in the glow of the firelight. "And what exactly are you?" she asked, heart thumping wildly in her chest and blood rushing to her ears violently, head spinning faintly. This was it; this was how she would die. She felt certain of it, as certain as the cold chilling her body, and yet she was not afraid. She stared this creature in the eyes, unwavering, determined to not show fear.
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