like a lamb to the slaughter
sweet bby aryn
10-04-2020, 02:28 PM
If anything else, Aryn was determined to at least not pass out. It was her focus upon the tactile part of the world that kept her from seeing any more of what Tyrian or his companions were up to, and when he spoke once more his voice sounded far away. She turned towards him, blinking bright pink eyes as she struggled to recall and absorb the words. "Wait, really?" Almost immediately she realized her mistake - no, she wasn't going to give him the option in the slightest to take back the kind gesture of releasing her. "Nevermind, yes, I'm going. I know the way don't worry. Sorry, uh, again. For the whole..." Her paw gestured, vaguely motioning to the entire scene before her as well as the vomit before she placed it back down with a exasperated sigh. "Stealing thing." As quickly as her paws would move, she pivoted away from the carcass and out back towards the border. It was likely that Tyrian would accompany her regardless, but Aryn had no intention of turning back to see nor giving him any more ammunition with words that weren't polite 'mhmm's. She struggled to keep from breaking into a run, only so that he'd not think she had something sneaky in mind and found reason to tackle her once more. -exit-
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