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Arashi
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(( It was the weekend, homie. I won't get pissed atcha for using your time how you want/ need to use it. No worries.))
In the beginning, she assumed that he was just about to kill her after he snarled at her again, and she said nothing in response. He didn't kill her, though, just released her hands and stepped away, still looking either very displeased or annoyed. Isalien couldn't interpret which. The look on his face went from... whatever it had been to completely blank. She stared at him as he walked away, wondering if he was about to leave her in place of killing her. Shattered glass broke her out of her frozen trance, though, and she saw him turn to her and start walking.
The fear came back with gusto and was like lead injected into her, stopping her in her tracks so she could only stand and shake even though she wanted to run. She yelped when he gathered her up, and struggled despite the pain it was causing her. Blood seeped faster out of her side, but her leg and collarbone didn't seem to bleed any swifter.
He started moving toward the window and she looked at him in horror. Was he going to throw her out the window?! He neared the window, and she clung to him so that he would have a hard time detaching her before heaving her into the air. Of course the scent of fear was returning, but it was almost overpowered by confused anger. Who throws people out windows when they could just kill them with their bare hands?<o:p></o:p>
She shrieked and she felt herself go airborne. But there were still arms supporting her, so he hadn't tossed her out the window. A gush of relief smoothed over the fear; apparently she was safe. For a while. She didn't unlatch herself from him until they were back on the ground.
"Guide you..." she repeated. So much fear in a day, but so little power to keep her energized. The fear waned while the exhaustion took over, but she didn't want to relax just yet. Not until she knew he wouldn't kill her.
"...Alright. My home is that way," she pointed to the right where old woods were in the beginning process of being cleared out. "You'll pass through old woods and a few narrow roads. After that mostly it's my section of forest, and my home is deep into that section. Probably less than two hours of a walk for me from here to there. You'll know it when we get close to my home—don't try to go in before me."
Isalien pushed against his chest so she could twist around to look behind them, shoving her pain to the back of her mind until she could afford to hurt. It didn't entirely work, so she distracted herself instead. No one was chasing them yet, but there were people outside. It wouldn't take long. She wondered when they would find the Dean. Or the limp shell of the Dean that was left.
In the beginning, she assumed that he was just about to kill her after he snarled at her again, and she said nothing in response. He didn't kill her, though, just released her hands and stepped away, still looking either very displeased or annoyed. Isalien couldn't interpret which. The look on his face went from... whatever it had been to completely blank. She stared at him as he walked away, wondering if he was about to leave her in place of killing her. Shattered glass broke her out of her frozen trance, though, and she saw him turn to her and start walking.
The fear came back with gusto and was like lead injected into her, stopping her in her tracks so she could only stand and shake even though she wanted to run. She yelped when he gathered her up, and struggled despite the pain it was causing her. Blood seeped faster out of her side, but her leg and collarbone didn't seem to bleed any swifter.
He started moving toward the window and she looked at him in horror. Was he going to throw her out the window?! He neared the window, and she clung to him so that he would have a hard time detaching her before heaving her into the air. Of course the scent of fear was returning, but it was almost overpowered by confused anger. Who throws people out windows when they could just kill them with their bare hands?<o:p></o:p>
She shrieked and she felt herself go airborne. But there were still arms supporting her, so he hadn't tossed her out the window. A gush of relief smoothed over the fear; apparently she was safe. For a while. She didn't unlatch herself from him until they were back on the ground.
"Guide you..." she repeated. So much fear in a day, but so little power to keep her energized. The fear waned while the exhaustion took over, but she didn't want to relax just yet. Not until she knew he wouldn't kill her.
"...Alright. My home is that way," she pointed to the right where old woods were in the beginning process of being cleared out. "You'll pass through old woods and a few narrow roads. After that mostly it's my section of forest, and my home is deep into that section. Probably less than two hours of a walk for me from here to there. You'll know it when we get close to my home—don't try to go in before me."
Isalien pushed against his chest so she could twist around to look behind them, shoving her pain to the back of her mind until she could afford to hurt. It didn't entirely work, so she distracted herself instead. No one was chasing them yet, but there were people outside. It wouldn't take long. She wondered when they would find the Dean. Or the limp shell of the Dean that was left.