Fionraella

The Two Sides

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Jett jerked in alarm at the sudden prod, and sat up straight, staring back at Sacha. As he comprehended her words, he felt as though she'd punched him right in the gut. It can't be two weeks already... he thought painstakingly, but as he recounted the days in his head, he realized he had no room to argue. He opened his mouth to say something, but something about the hostile look in her icy blue eyes caused him to stay silent. He got to his feet and looked down at her intensely, a serious look in his eyes. "So you really do want me gone, huh?" he said softly.

@jaywing93

Sacha scoffs. "No Jett. I want my ex to stay in my camp and be a constant reminder of everything." She rolls her eyes. "I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye to anyone.,

The Two Sides

@Fionraella

After two long and peaceful weeks in the Rabin camp, the forest had begun to feel like home again to Jett. The fresh scents all around him, the calming sounds of the forest during the day and the pure silence during the night, with the exception of some crickets here or there. He'd done his best to follow Sacha's orders... sort of. As far as he knew, she at least was under the impression that he had. Jett wasn't exactly sure when, but at some point over the couple of weeks, it started to feel as though he never left. He closed his eyes peacefully and smiled, feeling the sunlight on his skin as he leaned against a tree outside his tent.

@jaywing93

Sacha walks over to Jett and kicks the bottom of his shoes. "You better not be sleeping." She snorts, crossing her arms
"Your two weeks are up, and I want you out of my camp. Get your things and I'm escorting you to neither territory or the Brom camp, wherever you'd like to go."

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"Well!" she huffed, rolling her eyes. "If it'll get you off my back.." She paused, looking around as though searching for something, though the forest was as cold and empty as ever. "Uhh... I'm a military brat, so that's fun, but my parents split when I was little. Then mom kicked the bucket, dad kicked a puppy..." She made a face. "It's all pretty standard, y'know? Poor lil' Misha got treated like shit, poor Misha ran away and didn't look back." She shrugged. "I mean, there's the shifter thing, too, and some other things, but I got all sortsa reasons."

@xiaomiau

Fabine flies down and lands on her shoulder. "Now I'm curious. Who was this puppy?" He fluffs out his feathers. "Sorry to hear about your mom."

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She gave a long look up at the branches, studying his speckled brown form against the fading leaf canopy above them. She sighed. "It's not a very interesting story. Sure you wanna hear it? It's not exciting at all."

@xiaomiau

"Yep. I'm sure." Fabine sneers, and begins preening his feathers, as though mocking her.

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Misha shrugged and crosseed her arms, half in contempt and half to fight off the cold that seeped further and further into her bones with each passing meter they walked. "Faaaaaaabine," she called, glancing upwards. "The kids back at camp are gonna freeze to death, just like my family did back in the Donner party."

@xiaomiau

Fabine snorts then smirks. "Tell me what your real story is. Has to be legit oe I'm never coming down!"

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Misha broke into nervous laughter. "Uh-" She glanced around awkwardly. "I don't know. Why would anyone end up like this?" She gestured to herself. "Angry, alone, one foot away from homeless. My family got - uh.. they got attacked by wolves. Or feds or somethin'."

@xiaomiau

"Whatever Misha. Good luck without anyone asking." Fabine shifts and flies into a nearby tree.

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Misha brushed her hand along on of the trees as she passed. The bark chewed into her palm. She watched her own fingers for a moment, then snapped her head back to him with a wary smirk. "Aw, me?" She shrugged. "It was fine for a while, but.." She mocked a dramatic sob. "I just couldn't take...." She lapsed into a dramatic pause, then met his eyes with a passionate look. "When they ate my newborn siblings alive. It was just too much. 'Only the strong survive, Misha,' they said. I guess I'm just a little squeamish."

@xiaomiau

Fabine shrugs. "I'm going to ask one more time Misha. And take into account the fact that i'm actually trying to give a shit here. Probably more than any of the assholes in the group. What's your story, and why are you so eager to lie and hide it from everyone?" He asks, stopping and crossing his arms at her.

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Misha glanced at her hand. It stung a bit - regretfully. She dropped it to her side and followed him, staying close. What an asshole, she thought, eyes fixed on the back of his head. "You're a real Machiavellin' type, ya know?" she said coldly.

@xiaomiau

Fabine shrugs. "I do what I can." He says, not getting the reference, but not willing to admit it. He yawns, arching his hands over head. "So are you going to tell me your story Mish? I'm curious what your parents did to make such a bitter loathesome young lady."

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Misha lets out a a strangled hiss as her back slams against the rough bark of the tree. She glares at him as he speaks, then drops her gaze to the ground as he releases her. She takes a feint of an unsteady step forwards, then lunges at him with her hand outstretched. She strikes him hard across the face.

@xiaomiau

Fabine blinks at the slap. "Seriously?" He begins laughing, laughing so hard that tears stream down his face. "Oh my fucking gods. Misha, you kill me!" He finally composes himself and wipes his eyes. "See, I knew there was a reason I kept you around." He smirks at her and begins walking again.

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She looks at him for a second, then smiled toothily. "Oh, because the only one anybody cares about is you?" She mocked a pensive look. "Oh, wait!" She nodded. "That's right! I forgot. It's the Fabine show, here in town now and forever." She mimed childish amusement, but her eyes were cold. "I'm so sorry for forgettin' to make everything about you!"

@xiaomiau

Fabine grabs her by the neck, hoisting her up and slamming her against a tree. He holds her there, glaring at her. "I'm going to attribute this bout of insubordination to your torture." He brings his mouth close to her ear. "You better watch yourself Misha. I'm certainly not against killing groupmates." He whispers, before letting go.