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The Two Sides

@Fionraella
Grant chuckled at her rambling. He appreciated the fact that Amelia was so dedicated to her group and therefore, at least by extension, dedicated to him, "Thanks." He hoped that one word conveyed his feelings on the matter but he wasn't sure. His words never came out like he wanted them too so the feelings behind them were lost at times. He then sighed through his nose and began to pull on the deer once again. It was much easier with Amelia helping him and they made it back to camp quickly.

@Carlsberg
Paisley listened to him attentively. What he had said made sense. She wouldn't have anything to go back to either if she ever had to leave the forest. She couldn't return to her family... not after she had ran away from home three years ago. She soon felt sympathy for the young man, "I see." She chewed her food quietly for a minute or so, "Doesn't it get lonely out here? Surely you don't enjoy living alone like this?" She smirked as she thought about what it would be like, "I couldn't handle it."

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Grant huffed at the effort. He couldn't give up now. He had made it half way back to camp but he was hurting. Carrying a full grown buck on his back was no easy task. After a couple of more feet, he gave up and slowly lowered the animal back onto the ground. He looked at Amelia with a tight smile and sweat under down his temple, "I'm not going to hurt myself... but it's nice to know you care at least a little." After what he had said to her, he didn't expect her to be concerned for him.
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@Carlsberg
Paisley smirked at him. She didn't want to set off any land mines, especially since he had home field advantage. She tilted her head a little, her eyes brimming with curiosity, "Why didn't you leave the forest?" It was a simple question, but she hoped he knew what she meant. After all his murdering had gone down, he should have gotten out of town and moved across the country. it didn't make since for him to stay after all that he did.

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Grant looked at her with a frown, "Try anywhere from one hundred to one hundred-fifty pounds. It's not as easy as it looks." For some reason, he wanted to show her that he could carry the deer on his shoulders or back. One of his brother's had shown him a picture of men transporting deer out of the mountains on their backs; that's where he had thre idea from he never thought it would be this hard. He looked down at the buck and set his jaw. He was going to carry this thing if it was the last thing he did. Once again he hauled the deer onto his shoulders and set a course to camp. His steps where slow but sure. This time he didn't drop he deer, "I'm fine Anelia. Just keep a... keep a look out."

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Grant sighed slightly, relieved that she wasn't crying anymore at least. He almost felt like he had walked into a trap, but he was so happy to not see her sobbing anymore, that he didn't really care. With a strength that wasn't there ealier - this whole thing really motivated him to do better- he lifted the dead deer onto his shoulders. It was cumbersome and very heavy, but the weight was more evenly spread like this and it was much easier to carry. He had lifted heavier before but he had never really transported a dead deer. It was defiantly an experience. However he didn't get very far without having to drop it again and finish dragging it the rest of the way, "Yeah, just.... Just keep your eyes open..." His breath came out in little puffs. It was so heavy.

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No no no, don't cry. Ah man she's crying. Now what do I do? Grant thought frantically. If he thought that he didn't know what to do ealier, he was totally at a loss now. He had never been good with crying girls when he was younger; it was always too awkward for him to say anything. It wasn't any different now. Grant reached out slowly before letting his arm drop, "I'm sorry. It was my anger talking and I truly didn't wish to hurt you." He rubbed his neck again and then grabbed the deer, hauling it a few feet, "I'll get the deer. I know it's not much of an apology but it's the least I can do, right?" He looked at her with pained and desperate eyes. All he wanted was for her to stop crying. Gosh. Why had he said that to her?

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The moment Amelia started talking, Grant regretted what he had said to her. Yes, she needed to understand just how much of a pain she could be, but he should have broke it to her easier and not have let her anger take over. He wasn't proud of what he said, though it was all true, and he didn't know how to remedy the situation. He wasn't good with this kind of stuff; he just wasn't tough enough mentally to leave her on her own. He rubbed the back of his neck, his face contorted in discomfort, "Look...." And that was it. He had no idea what to say. A simple sorry wouldn't even make a dent. He sighed heavily and slowly walked over to her, bending down beside her, "Amelia... I well, gosh... I shouldn't have said that."

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Grant turned around flabbergasted, "A team? This was never a team Amelia. When I asked if we could work together, you told me to leave you alone so you could hunt on your own." He schooled his features. He refused to let her childish pouting rub off on him, "Just because I found the deer and you shot it doesn't mean that we were working together." He walked back over to the girl and stared down at her. Maybe she needed to learn a lesson. She was too used to getting her way all the time, "Take some responsibility upon yourself and stop asking others to do everything for you." He bent down to where he was just as hands length away from her, his jaw set, "Don't be a brat Amelia."

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Dont take the bait Grant. Don't take the bait. The older boy smiled and dropped the antlers. He stood up at his full height and looked down at her, "But if you were the one that brought it down, surely you wouldn't need my help to bring it back to camp." He stepped away from the dead animal and motioned to it, "It's your kill, so it's your responsibility. Have fun." He started to walk away, whistling as he went. Hopefully his irration with her didn't show too much.

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Grant watched as the arrow imbedded itself in the deer's chest. It bellowed before stumbling to the side and crumbling to the ground. It was dead by the time Grant approached it. He shifted and flashed a great big smile towards Amelia, "Well done!" He squatted down beside the deer, "It was a clear shot. I didn't think you had it in ya Amelia." He grabbed the antlers and tugged on the deer slightly. They would have to work together to drag the deer back to camp. Grant could probably do it on his own but it would take him forever. It would be much easier if Amelia helped him, "Here. Help me out."
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Paisley bit into the the rabbit. He was right; he was a good cook. She ripped off a piece with her teeth since she didn't have any forks or knives. It was still a little hot so she set the meat on her plate, "Well I was hunting and I didn't realize how far I had traveled. I was... lost in my thoughts." She wasn't willing it give him anymore than that. He would have to deal with her answer. She looked around his camp and was suddenly curious, "So John. We've all heard the stories so I know who you are." She leaned back on her hands. It was a vulnerable position and she hoped it conveyed her comfort with the situation, "I have a question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to however."

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Grant stepped down on the twig but not hard enough for it is snap. He mentally sighed. He needed to be more careful. He headed to the side, ready to chase it the deer down in case Amelia missed or the buck just wouldn't go down. He flicked his ears, signaling for her to shoot whenever she was ready.