a special kind of crazy

*Aryn* · 10-04-2020, 02:48 PM

The Lirim handover was scheduled not even a week from now, and Aryn knew she didn't have much time to prevent the exchange. Her only chance at both saving her pack and the freedom of her mother and brother was to find this Recluse and rescue them - thus removing the bargaining chip the devil woman was using to steal her father's people away. Innocent Aryn with the very sparse knowledge she had in hunting and tracking was not so stupid as to think she could handle this task without some formal training, but still as far as proficient hunters went Lirim remained empty. There was no knowledge to be gained within her home, and without anywhere else to turn Aryn arrived at Fireside's borders for the first time in weeks.

Within her jaws she held the bloodied, mangled corpse of a rabbit. It's throat was torn open, and while she'd tried desperately to wash the blood from her muzzle a few of the light tufts of fur upon her cheek were still tinged red. She'd tried - failed, but tried - to emulate the murder technique Tyrian had shown her, but without the ability to knock unconscious the animal prior it was not nearly as clean as it should have been. Regardless it was not a killing technique she'd came for today. She tossed the trophy down at her paws, sparing it a glance before placing her paw atop it in some semblance of feigned pride. The anti-nausea medication she had taken prior was working, perhaps too much, and Aryn steeled herself to call weakly for the King. Please don't turn me away.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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