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Themistocles was absolutely unprepared for the face that buried itself in his neck. The command to protect meant to protect himself and to stay away from people. As a general rule, when Rowena left Themistocles was to stay away from people unless they were immediate family. So the young woman at his neck was seen as a threat. The dog's body reeled with shock and the need to attack. His entire body tensed, lips pulling back over his teeth, immense teeth flashing as he twisted free of the woman's grasp and moved to violently snap his jaws at her throat, a growl erupting from low in his belly. Themistocles backed away, his stance threatening and then jumped out the truck, running back into the horde of walkers. Just barreling straight past them. Perhaps he was searching for Rowena. Perhaps he couldn't stand the people in that truck even if he'd been around them for less than twenty four hours. Either way, he was never seen again, a gash a walker created deep on his muzzle slowly infecting him until he turned.
Rowena had been running for about ten to fifteen minutes now but she knew she wasn't going to last. The surge of adrenaline was drying up and her entire body was starting to ache. She tried desperately to think of Themistocles, her boy, her happiness. She needed to get back to him and make sure he was okay. But her body wasn't listening, it just wouldn't cooperate, her legs slipping and sliding out from under her as she fell once, twice. The walkers were gaining and she swallowed, twisting the baseball cap backward out of her view. Good lord, she was a goner. Something in her head just told her that this was it. Hopefully the people in the group she'd met would take good care of her boy. Rowena licked her lips and gave it a final try, gave her body a final push though she swore she tasted blood on her tongue. Maybe she'd bitten her cheek or tongue when she felt. She kept running through it though, for as long as she could before her lungs screamed for her to stop. The walkers were painfully close behind her and she wasn't close enough to the sewers yet. Rowena cracked a bitter smile. Somehow this sense of emotional fatigue and physical fatigue was just too much, her body giving up from over a day of no water and a slim amount of food. Blackness clouded her vision and she felt the back of her skull crack against the asphalt. She gasped when a few moment later she felt something bite into her jugular. The woman wasn't upset with dying, but rather just leaving her dog in the hands of people she barely knew. Hopefully they'd take good care of him, was the last thing she thought before everything faded away.

Yeah I'll make a post killing my character lol
@Belle Literally tagged you but okay.
Also no offense but your character wasn't even that relevant, in the sense that she was just there to cause conflict (I guess) but she didn't even do that... It seemed like the baby was just a crutch for her to lean on. Like 'I'm not interesting but babeh' kind of way. Again I'm not trying to be harsh but you should definitely give your character a little more personality than 'I'm a mother and I'm utterly obsessed with my child and have no other priorities ever and my emotional/personality default setting is overly-cautious-never-trusting-mom'.

[@everyone] It was fun while it lasted! Ciao :D
It was going to be a busy day, Lee thought to herself as she flipped through the orders she had yet to complete, a stack of finished projects at her right just waiting to be shipped off. Her Father hadn't needed her help today so she remained in her own shop, the brightly painted sign swinging in the breeze, the tinkling of silver bells mixing in with the laughter of children in the streets. Lee looked out of the large shop window, giving herself a minute to take in the good weather before standing and setting the orders down. Turning she headed to the back of the shop, looking for the materials she'd need. This particular customer had requested something quite specific and Lee hoped that she'd be able to capture what it was they wanted. Often times, people did that. Just came to her with an idea and asked her to put it on fabric for them to wear. It was both humbling and flattering to sometimes see people walk around in her work, or have it hung up for the public to see. This particular piece required a large variety of blue thread and Lee realized as she looked through the thousands of spools, that she was running low on one specific shade of blue. Raging waters couldn't possibly be properly illustrated without ever every shade of blue present. It simply wouldn't do, Lee thought as she shook her head. She'd either have to head to the market or call on someone to deliver it to her.
But work needed to be started nonetheless. So Lee grabbed the pincushion of needles, an appropriately long strip of dark grey material and headed towards the front of her shop. She always loved working outside under the sun rather than inside where, while it was cool, she felt a bit isolated. Sitting down, Lee threaded the needle with navy thread and began working, rolling the sleeves of her white blouse up to her elbows. The needle slipped in and out easily as she sang an old song her mother used to sing, not caring if people on the street heard her loud and clear. "In a light, silken white tent, on an embroidered rug, I'm alone. I sit and sing here. Singing to the tune of old-times. Ah... Lullaby, sleep tight. Winds won't breathe now, don't you worry. Creatures sleep, and birds are tired. Sleeping warriors and children. Sleep, oh mountains, sleep, oh rivers. Ah...Lullabye, sleep tight."
@Aerandir I'm not even getting into this discussion again. I just said I'm leaving soon, probably. Nevermind the fact that Belle completely and utterly ignored what Rowena said to her character.
I'm going to be honest. If things don't speed up, I'm pulling out of the roleplay. Apologies.
@Mokley A day of interaction's fine by me.
@Mokley Alrighty thanks. And that'd be an animal that already exists on Earth, right? No splicing or magic-y stuffs?
@Mokley Alrighty, will do. Can we start out with this animal? Can it be magical?
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