#tohrpstart

[adamsmythe-blog]

Adam couldn’t help but scowl, expression quite plainly already done with whatever he was going to be faced with today. It can’t be worse than this, a thought rang through his head and there was a modicum of relief in his chest. It only lasted until realizing that five or six — perhaps more were missing since last night. 

"Where the hell is Scotty? Ambrosia, Jina, Faye? —— Goddammit, we never get a break from this hellhole.” 

[fckk-rosie]

Taking small steps her fragile bare feet stepped through the snow and ash before her as she entered the village of the Wood Clan. This was a place she'd never entered before, a place she was too scared to allow cross her mind. Taking small steps she came across a stranger. "H- Hello," her soft voice stuttered out. 

[wowfaye]

When Faye woke up it all felt like a bad dream, the whole situation she had gotten herself into seemed like a terrible never ending nightmare. She just wanted to be woken up and find out that she had really been sleeping in her tent with Jax all along. But as she laid there just wanting so badly for her nightmare she began to realize that this was the reality and she had never felt more hopeless. Suddenly she heard someone move in the cage that was next to her, she wasn't alone and she was unsure if that was a good thing or not. "H-hello?" she croaked her voice sounding as weak as she felt.

[wise-isabella]

Raising her head at the sound of a stranger's voice calling her name she glared at them.

"... I will slit your throat with a piece of wood."

[fckk-rosie]

Racing through the woods the girl dodged trees and ran past her own people. "Jamie!" Her voice croaked. So much yelling, so much running she was beginning to grow tired. "Jamie!" Many of their people had gone missing, completely missing. And he was one of them. "Jamie!" Immediately she came to a stop. Not realizing how far she'd strayed from their camp and now she was face-to-face with a stranger.

[fckk-rosie]

Resting her eyes closed as she soft grass covered her small fragile body, Rosie hummed the songs she’d heard many years ago. She managed to run, run far from the fire - for now. Soon it would envelope this beautiful patch of flowers and grass, soon it would all be ash and she wanted to savor it for as long as possible.