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ciel capricorn
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It was close to midnight, Ciel could tell. The wind was picking up, the wolves were howling in the distance, and she started to feel very paranoid about her surroundings.
It wasn't that long ago when their plane crashed into the forest they were now in. The plane carried some hunters and huntresses who were supposed to be on a mission to eradicate the wolves and other monsters that lurked about, but they had a crash landing when the controls failed to function ("Of all times," she heard someone curse.). Ciel could see the outline of the ship from where she stood -- not another human in view, and their only mode of transportation back to Spark (their home) was up in flames. She hoped everybody was still alive and what armor they had on would protect them from the spreading fire.
She was lucky to have her weapon in her hand. A sword almost too large for her to use shone on her back where she kept it, something that broke into two when she needed defense -- a shield, and a gun instead of the hilt -- with the press of a button. She didn't have much experience with the combat training back at Spark, but with the help of her teachers, she would be killing wolves in no time. Or bears. Or whatever was behind the bushes.
Ciel was grateful to have her teal coat, beige pants, and boots on at this time because it was getting really cold. As much as she'd wanted to stick to her safe spot, she had to look for others who needed help. She was lucky enough that she didn't have any injuries. So Ciel jogged back in the direction of the burning plane and looked around for survivors.
It wasn't that long ago when their plane crashed into the forest they were now in. The plane carried some hunters and huntresses who were supposed to be on a mission to eradicate the wolves and other monsters that lurked about, but they had a crash landing when the controls failed to function ("Of all times," she heard someone curse.). Ciel could see the outline of the ship from where she stood -- not another human in view, and their only mode of transportation back to Spark (their home) was up in flames. She hoped everybody was still alive and what armor they had on would protect them from the spreading fire.
She was lucky to have her weapon in her hand. A sword almost too large for her to use shone on her back where she kept it, something that broke into two when she needed defense -- a shield, and a gun instead of the hilt -- with the press of a button. She didn't have much experience with the combat training back at Spark, but with the help of her teachers, she would be killing wolves in no time. Or bears. Or whatever was behind the bushes.
Ciel was grateful to have her teal coat, beige pants, and boots on at this time because it was getting really cold. As much as she'd wanted to stick to her safe spot, she had to look for others who needed help. She was lucky enough that she didn't have any injuries. So Ciel jogged back in the direction of the burning plane and looked around for survivors.