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The many tribes of our land have been battling for centuries, trying to figure out who will rule the land. There have been endless wars waged against each of the tribes for as long as anyone can...
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"Oh not you again." (Closed RP with theeverburning)
No, the boy was too occupied with his own thoughts to really care about her attack, at least her initial attack. He simply chuckled at her punches, not because they didn’t hurt him, but because he was enjoying the pain. He thought this as nothing more than a game, Avon had taken the first turn, now it was his.
He made an attempt to catch her attacking arm mid swing, should he catch it, the boy would tighten his grip around her wrist and try to slash at her torso. At the least he would cause minor bleeding, at the most he’d cut and organ. The boy intended to drag the fight out as long as possible, simply to get more chances at cutting her flesh and breaking her bones. This wouldn’t end well, for either of them.
Unfortunately for her, the boy would grab onto her arm and slash at her, leaving a deep red mark on her clothing. She mustered her strength and pulled away from the boy before leaping backwards. Her hand made it's way to the cut and seemed to be guarding it.
"Tch- I should have killed you when I had the chance before!" She yelled angrily. The dark aura around her fists vanished, as well as the armoured plating she'd made with it.
"But what's done is done..." She didn't know if the boy was paying attention to her, or to where her free hand was travelling. She hoped for the former, a sneak attack with her blade would no doubt cause a lot of pain.
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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
"I believe you have something of mine..."
He’d chuckle and smile “I’ve got your daughter. Welcome home by the way.” He said, smiling as Jezebel ran to her mother.
Avon picked the girl up and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for watching over her Leon, I hope she wasn't too much trouble."
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"You could have at least made dinner." She relied, taking her seat and grinning at her soldier.
"Have you been keeping busy while I was away? I’d hate for you to have just been sitting around being bored."
"hmm. Actually, yeah, i did keep a bit busy one could say.” With that comment he pointed to a rather large sack huddled into the corner of the room with some blood stains on it. “They all gave a good fight but in the end i was more skilled. Plus the necklace i wear helped me learn to deal with the pain of being hurt by holy incantations and even more so, holy water.” there was another point to wearing the necklace after all. “The hunter’s guild is no more. I picked off their leader and since they had no one to fill his place, they disbanded. So we’ll be safe for a good days to come. Least till they form again.”
Avon smiled at the boy. "Well, it sounds like we've both taken care of a few problems these past weeks." Of course, Santiago wasn't really dead... but he was taken care of.
"I'm proud of you."
The sound of a closing door echoed throughout the halls o the manor, followed by the sounds of footsteps.
Other than that? Noiseless. Totally quiet.
"Where the Hell is everyone?" Avon wondered aloud, walking into the living room and stopping at the entrance.
"Oh, there you are." She chuckled to herself. "No welcome home party?"
"Sorry, i’m too poor to throw one for the pretty princess." he said it with a snicker and snarky tone to boot. At least he was more relaxed around her now instead of uptight as usual.
"You could have at least made dinner." She relied, taking her seat and grinning at her soldier.
"Have you been keeping busy while I was away? I'd hate for you to have just been sitting around being bored."
The sound of a closing door echoed throughout the halls o the manor, followed by the sounds of footsteps.
Other than that? Noiseless. Totally quiet.
"Where the Hell is everyone?" Avon wondered aloud, walking into the living room and stopping at the entrance.
"Oh, there you are." She chuckled to herself. "No welcome home party?"
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