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((I’m sorry you feel that way ;-; I actually really love your Tiki and your RPS are fabulous! But take a hiatus from her if you need! I hope you get her back soon! C:))

((Thank you Hazel. *hugs*))

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           Sitting on the ground on the far side of the camp, Henry            was being secretive--messing around with some spells.            Dark Magic, something you do not want to get struck by.            Knowing very well that it would be bad if he practiced            in the middle of camp--and boy did Henry want too--            he decided to stay away from the Shepherds while            testing stuff out.

           Later, after much practice, it had gotten dark and most            have retreated to their camps. Henry, much enjoying            the dark, stayed outside. Pretty soon, he heard some            slight ruckus coming from somewhere outside the tents.            Was somebody else a night owl here? Probably Maribelle            staying again doing her weird noble studying.

            Deciding to have a bit of fun, Henry stood up, and followed             the source of the sound. Quickly, he found Lissa out doing             something. Grin as clear as day, he had stayed hidden             this entire time. "Boo--!" Came a yell.

             "Gee, Lissa. You're out pretty late." So were you, Henry.

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Aella sighs, holding her arm close to her and covering the wound with her hand. Practice was a lot more deadly today... and caused her a bit of an injury as well. It wasn't anything too large, though... it still hurt. Lances were just as deadly as swords were, especially when she underestimates them.

Walking into the healer's tent she blinks, seeing Lissa in there. "Ah, hello princess... do you mind patching me up? I don't really want to go through the trouble of removing blood from my clothing..."

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thepranksterprincess said: ((Did someone forget you are single ship again?))

i dont think so--

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     ☽… Henry buried his face in his arms, his arms on his desk in his tent. Shaky   breaths came from him, and he swallowed quietly. Another year. When the only family you ever had -- or treated you like a human, really-- dies, it's as if your world ends. That's how it was for Henry's wolf.

              It was a forest wolf, white around his face and a reddish tent of fur. She wasn't able to speak -- but she was the first living thing to treat Henry with kindness. And so easily was that swept away from him by archers. His hand clenched. He disliked Virion, but the reasoning hadn't come to him until now.

             Crack. His fingers cracked one by one, as if a distraction to ease the pain that grew and grew within his stomach. He wiped his face with the other hand, coughing outloud. "Okay." He said, testing his voice for any cracks within it. It was steady -- happy and melodic as usual.

             His hopes were crushed by tears flowing down his cheeks, and sobbing finding him. He stopped for a mere moment, his teeth clenched in his mouth. He knew he couldn't let anyone see him like this -- he was a happy person. He was a happy person.

             He dug through his drawers like a mad-man. His hands brushing off a singular arrow. His grey eyes opened, blinded with hatred. His hands ached to break the wooden arrow into small pieces. Yet what was the point in this? He had already murdered each one of the archers who had hurt her.

             Arrow clutched to his chest, he leaned back in the chair sadly. He let out quiet breaths of air, and closed his eyes shut again. What he'd give to redo the entire day with his wolf. But he wouldn't be at the shepherds, right?

             Whirling around, he faced the intruder of his tent, his eyes now wide open again. His face was stained with the tears shed, and his face was a dark red. "I'm okay!" he pleaded to Lissa, "I'm okay!"

              It was by instinct. No one had to know he was hurting. It'd be over soon, right? And what if Lissa told Robin or Chrom and they forced him to leave because he wasn't cut out? His eyes would spin, but he'd quickly stop them.

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have you three signed yourself up for Henry angst?