08-11-2023, 07:46 PM
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[td]LETS FIGHT, WITHOUT ANY FEAR
The sound of battle had yet to reach the lantern bearer, her head buried under her paws in the roots of some great sycamore. She had moved into the village not long ago, but the petite molly was still unaccustomed to sleeping under a roof, or in a building. It felt too close, it made her ill at ease and ready to run at a moment's notice. The day had caught her resting under the embrace of the great tree, fully at rest and with her guard down. That was her first mistake.
Scrambling to her paws at the battle screams, a wave of cold adrenaline washing over her and making her paws throb as she let out a hiss of surprise and mangled fear, the molly's head whipping around as a cloud of dust erupted from the Luminary's house with the thump of bodies slamming into the ground. Wide bright blue eyes stared in that direction as she heard raised voices, her ears laying flat. What was she to do? She was not a warrior, she was not ... someone who thrived in battle. Laying her ears to her skull the woman darted off in the direction of Seven's house, thinking that maybe the blind tigress could use her paws with healing others. That was her second mistake.
Pere was out in the open, the thin woman trying to escape the battlefield, visible from the sky and from the ground. The bells of the ribbons tied around her ear and fixed to her hat were ringing wildly, giving her position away to any who might take chase. She just hoped that she had enough in her to batter away any pursuant. [/td][/tr][/table]
[td]LETS FIGHT, WITHOUT ANY FEAR
The sound of battle had yet to reach the lantern bearer, her head buried under her paws in the roots of some great sycamore. She had moved into the village not long ago, but the petite molly was still unaccustomed to sleeping under a roof, or in a building. It felt too close, it made her ill at ease and ready to run at a moment's notice. The day had caught her resting under the embrace of the great tree, fully at rest and with her guard down. That was her first mistake.
Scrambling to her paws at the battle screams, a wave of cold adrenaline washing over her and making her paws throb as she let out a hiss of surprise and mangled fear, the molly's head whipping around as a cloud of dust erupted from the Luminary's house with the thump of bodies slamming into the ground. Wide bright blue eyes stared in that direction as she heard raised voices, her ears laying flat. What was she to do? She was not a warrior, she was not ... someone who thrived in battle. Laying her ears to her skull the woman darted off in the direction of Seven's house, thinking that maybe the blind tigress could use her paws with healing others. That was her second mistake.
Pere was out in the open, the thin woman trying to escape the battlefield, visible from the sky and from the ground. The bells of the ribbons tied around her ear and fixed to her hat were ringing wildly, giving her position away to any who might take chase. She just hoped that she had enough in her to batter away any pursuant. [/td][/tr][/table]
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