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aryn
12-28-2020, 10:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-28-2020, 10:24 PM by Aryn.)
Aryn had almost made it to the border of Fireside. Almost. She'd done as he asked, gathered some things, warned her family that she'd be gone a few days, and headed confidently in the direction of her new instructor. The confident steps however did not last at all as long as she expected them to, and by the time the Knolls were in sight Aryn found herself prone under a nearby bush. The entire situation was ridiculous, wasn't it? It was ridiculous. She didn't know how long she was laying there, frozen with feelings of inadequacy when the familiar scent of the Fireside King reached her and she realized that this was not going to look good for her. Nope, no way. One more look at the insecure mess that was 'Aryn the unmedicated: returns' and he'd be kicking her ass back to Lirim before she could blink. She buried her head in her paws, her first instinct to be a very desperate 'if i can't see him he can't see me' before her brains caught up with her and she let out a very soft and unladylike curse. Tyrian was coming closer to the bush under which she'd hid, and she knew the only way she was getting out of this with her dignity was to play the part of novice huntress and act as if this was the plan the whole damn time. As soon as he was looking a different way, Aryn slipped from the foliage and booked it downwind. Her chest heaved, her paws shook (and frankly she was looking much closer to startled deer then she ever could look like a capable huntress) but damnit she was committed. Aryn gave herself a moment to size up her 'prey' and then to remember how terrifying he was capable of being when he wanted to, and then shut her eyes and pounced.
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