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In Dehumanized → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah/Rue
Wolves camp
Savannah swallowed hard as the woman spoke. She had been watching Roman for a moment but Alaia's words cut into her mind. She began explaining how she had been on her own after her parent's death with a calm expression, and had nearly died of starvation. That much was true, except Pepper had been there to save her but she wouldn't mention him. No, that poor Fox was partially her reason to exist. She explained to them how she had been foraging on berries, wild game, and also insects. Savannah mentioned she tried to fish but it had been hard due to the rigorous streams. She had seen their encampment and hadn't known who they were. She had watched them for a day or so then figured out they were the Wolves. The bad answer she gave caused Alaia to tear off her index nail. Her claws thankfully, were intact. She had not let them out.

Savannah bit her lip hard and let out a a gasp of pain and resisted the urge to scream. Her mind was racing with panic, fury, and helplessness. How would she escape them now? Savannah was aware her mutation would kick and was trying to; however, she began to force her body to relax by thinking of Pepper. If they saw her healing, she was screwed. It had been partially true about the Wolves: her knowledge of them had been vague. Down in Maryland, they were cut off from the rest of the world. News was bleak.

Savannah had paused for a moment as the memories filled her mind; this caused Alaia to rip off her pinky. She had let out a shrill yelp of pain and fear. She bit her lip as tears of pain streamed down her face and took deep breaths. Her finger would regenerate; she knew it would, but she didn't want them to discover her mutation. With her heart rate elevated and panic seeping through her, Savannah took several deep breaths. She glanced at Roman to see his expressions as her eyes swam with tears. Visibly she looked shaken but the next second she was back to being emotionless. She had a ruthless gleam in her eye when she faced Alaia. Before she would consider murdering Roman, this bitch was high on her list. Savannah took a deep breath and knew she had to play along with their game in order to come out alive. Her parents had always told her that her mind was her greatest weapon.

Next, she didn't miss a beat: she explained how she had found a hole in their fence and had used it to her advantage to begin stealing. She told them she would go in the middle of the night or early dawn to begin stealing their supplies. She had started small and as her success became consistent, so did her stealing. When she finished, the maniac Alaia untied her form the chair then began dragging her out of the room. She turned to glance once more at Roman with brief confusion then smirked at him and turned away. As she was dragged through their complex, people were staring. Sh watched as a giant mansion loomed into her vision. Oh no, she thought with dread. She knew where she was going and considered her options of running away. No, she couldn't run; it would look cowardly. The pain surging through her made her all the more aware of the danger of the situation. The blood was dripping off both of her hands and leaving a trail behind her like breadcrumbs.

Next thing Savannah knew, she was thrown into a bedroom. As she glanced around, she was taken aback. It was luxurious. Moments later, a woman named Helena appeared and began to explain her situation. Savvy watched her and nodded along, expressionless. The woman began to doll her up with makeup which made her cough and tears fill her eyes. The woman impatiently brushed them away and continued to apply makeup. Afterwards, the woman gave her the most expensive dress Savannah had ever seen. The blue shades reminded her of the night sky that she would watch every night with Pepper snuggled up against her. The dress hit her knees and the back was open. Savannah admired the lace sleeves along her arms and the slit in her leg.

Savannah would have preferred not to wear this but she knew she didn't have a choice. Helena then curled her hair and she felt the ringlets hitting the middle of her back. Was her hair that long? She had lost track of self-care, being out in the woods. She watched Helena leave and explain to her a girl would come take her to the Wolves feast. She nodded and sat down on the bed. She clutched the quilt and wiped her eyes with her elbow carefully as to not upset the eye makeup. She looked down at her hands and found the blood had been stopped by Helena and gloves put over them to hide the forceful amputation. Her stomach rumbled; she was definitely hungry. She looked around once more at the bedroom and waited patiently for this new girl.


Nikolaus
New York


The most beautiful, yet spastic red haired angel revealed herself nearby his home. The noise had startled him and he ahd jumped out of his skin. For a moment, Nikolai had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Someone that beautiful was only in books or movies. His heart fluttered and he found himself tongue tied. It was clear she had been eavesdropping on them. He wondered if she knew the thieves, but he found he didn't care. He stared at her, frozen like a deer.

What was the proper phrase to say to someone in this situation. He hadn't interacted with a human properly for ages; he only wanted directions to the Wolves encampment. Maybe she knew about the wolves or had seen them. He was shaking with apprehension and nerves. This frightened young woman had him shaking. Nikolai sighed and decided to remain guarded yet approach her; before he could however, she hid back behind the wall.

"Hey there," he greeted gently, his accent soaking through. Nikolai was as calm and comforting like the gentle sea nearby. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. I saw you fall. Are you okay, Miss?" Nikolai moved a few steps forward but kept his distance so he didn't startle her again.

"If you want to come out, you can. If you feel safer behind the wall, then that's okay too. You can let me know what you would like, but if you are injured, I do have a first aid kit. This gravel isn't kind to those who fall on it." He couldn't help but recall landing on this gravel many times and spraining or breaking a bone. He managed a wry chuckle at remembering falling on it. God, he was glad he had become durable.

Nikolai waited patiently for her response and leaned against the wall. One hand was clutched around his locket to reassure himself he had not lost it. Every second that ticked by he knew was another second lost to finding and rescuing his sister. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and waited for the female to make her move.
In Avalia → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Corvina

Time: Past Midnight
Location: Forest of the peninsula of the Sun Elf Village
Interaction: @Inertia @Tae @AliveFalling

The man she had traveled with through the rift with and from earlier had introduced himself as Rei. She ggave him a thumbs up and replied with, "Nice to meet you, Rei. I'm Corvina, but Cora works too." She paused as he spoke, then smiled and accepted he handkerchief. She began to dab at her face and wipe it off gracefully. Afterwards, she tended to her head and dabbed it. "Thank you, I appreciate your help." She followed his gaze to the newcomer who was clearly not human. She swallowed hard and watched her intently despite her aching head and tilting vision. She took depe, calming breaths and tried to ease her racing heart and mind. She wondered if she had managed to sleep that night, would she be in this mess?

Corvina listened to the women speaking while holding a hand to her head to staunch the bleeding. She was applying pressure with one hand and dabbing at the blood with Rei's handkerchief. Quite a long way from home? No kidding. This was real, right? How hard had she hit her head? She looked around at the new landscape. This was definitely not on Earth. Where they were though was beyond her. Feeling ill and unbalanced, Cora scooted up against a tree for support to ease herself: her vision was tilting forward and backwards. She couldn't help but wonder if she had another concussion. The last injury she had needed, especially with what happened to her a year ago. God, was there even a doctor here to assess her and treat her?

The woman, Kenia, interrupted her reverie which Cora found as a blessing. Her eyes kept closing and she had to keep prying them open. She listened intently to her words and watched as Kenia took out some leaves. Cora's eyes widened as she looked at them. Mint leaves, exactly what she needed. She took them gracefully, still unable to speak. Cora wasn't sure how she was staying awake: the heaviness in her head and the aching in her temples, her tilting vision... She began to chew the leaves as instructed, not second guessing Kenia. The woman was cleaning her head wound which Cora found nonthreatening. Clearly this woman wasn't going to harm them, or yet at least. It would have been easier to kill her off first than her companion.

As Cora listened to her story, she found herself reeling even more. It was definitely something out of Narnia or roleplay, even a children's story; except there was something worse to it. She knew there was a few details left out judging by Kenia's tone. As her nausea and headache began to settle, Cora pried her eyes open as wide as she could. A loud roar caused her to jump and then glance upwards. A dragon; except this one was bony and skeletal. Was this world explanation real or had she fallen into hell?

"Well, I'll be damned," Cora mused with a snort of laughter and glanced at Rei with wide-eyes. There was terror and amazement in her eyes and tone, despite her derisive laughter. Her mind went to humor to cope with the situation. "A dragon, ah yes because why not? Dragon Tales from Hell, am I right?" She began to scramble to her feet, her dizziness and nausea now returning to remind her she was still injured. No, there was no time for this now. Their lives were in imminent danger. She wanted to go home now. She had seen enough. Still unwell, Cora gritted her teeth and stumbled into Rei and cltuched his arms. Her wide eyes glanced up into his, his words causing her to laugh nervously. This was insane. "Sorry, I'll move - one second. I can't see..."

Cora gripped the tree behind her as Kenia threw herself in front of them and ordered them to run. As Cora released her grip on Rei and began to stumble away, the dragon released a tirade of blue flames at them. Her eyes widened and she whirled around to find herself behind the two now, but the others in danger. No matter why they were here, these two were in trouble and Corvina couldn't stand the idea of letting innocent people be hurt. Kenia was obviously not a threat also, and they needed her. Despite the physical circumstances and her concussion, she knew that letting them be torched was not only horrible, but counterproductive to achieving her goal of getting the hell home.

The forest was on fire around them, causing smoke to rise and fill the vicinity. Within minutes, it would become impossible to escape. Cora thought fast: she drew in a quick breath with trepidation, then pulled Rei and Kenia out of the way. Cora quickly moved out of the way of the flames as well. The world spun around her as she too quickly for her conscious mind to grasp. She felt a rush of helplessness and fury at their situation.

Unexpectedly, flames shot out of her hands at the dragon. Cora expected to feel horrendous burning, the scent of burning flesh and her life flashing before her eyes. Instead, Corvina felt nothing. "Uh," Cora glanced down to find her hands engulfed in flames without the pain or flesh burning. Was she seeing right? "Am I the only one seeing this or are my hands slowly going to start cooking, Kenia?"
In Avalia → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Corvina

Time: Midnight
Location: Forest of the peninsula of the Sun Elf Village
Interaction: @Inertia @Tae
Midnight was one of Corvina's favorite times of day: the chirping of crickets, the gentle breeze at night and the luminescent moonlight shining through the street. It brought her comfort in the long nights she would be stuck awake and unable to fall back asleep. Instead of despising the night, she had grown to embrace it. Most of the world was asleep now or starting to be, therefore she usually went out and would go for walks. People warned her most of the time not to, then once learned it was falling on deaf ears, had stopped. She wasn't afraid of the night or what it held. To her, the world was her oyster and she would live it how she pleased.

While strolling down the street, Corvina noticed a dark haired man glance backwards at her. She shrugged it off. Her sweatshirt, black leggings along with her tan boots, looked out of the ordinary and she didn't mind. In her pockets though, she carried mace, her phone and had a switchblade as well. She was unafraid of the night but had run into a few drunkards who had thought she was easy prey and had soon come to learn that she was not. As the breeze picked up and blew her hair into her face, she scowled and quickly tied it up. She glanced up a t the sky with a frown. Well-versed with meteorology and science, Cora had come to love and pay attention to the weather. She knew it was out of the ordinary.

Corvina began to glance around as the air thinned, then began to vibrate around them. She rubbed her eyes and bit her lip, baffled. What was happening? She saw the dark haired man confused too. At least I'm not the only one seeing this. I am not going crazy. Unexpectedly, as out of a movie, a rift randomly appeared. Cora gawked at it and began to peddle backwards. She had read about folklore and enough fiction to know a rift was never a good sign. She watched as vacuum and debris were being sucked up as if it were a black hole trying to swallow Earth whole. The man yelled at her to watch out but to no use; they were both sucked up. Cora let out a shrill yelp of fear and anxiety as she was pulled into it, along with the man.

As quickly as the rift had opened and sucked her in, it spat her out. She let out a cry of pain as her head smacked onto the ground and caused stars to dance across her vision. She wasn't positive, but she thought she had felt debris clunk her in the head as well. The blur of foliage in front of her was unlike anything Cora had seen or studied. She tried to move, to call for help. Certainly that man was nearby her, right? Or was he sucked up elsewhere? She moaned and tried to sit up but a heaviness in her head prevented her. She growled and grit her teeth as she forced herself onto her hands and feet. She was not going to just lay God knew where and be left for dead. She glanced around as the world spun around her and caused her stomach to churn. She didn't see the street lamps, houses, or even the pavement. No, she was in some Godforsaken forest.

She heaved for a moment, then crawled over a few feet and stopped. Cora growled, irritated by the change of events, though uncertain if she was dreaming. She thought she saw an animal up ahead, but wasn't able to confirm it as everything went black.

- - - - - - - -- - - - - - -


When Cora's eyes opened, she found the man kneeling beside her and a woman. The man looked human but the woman beside him had extremely pointed ears. Before she could process it, bile churned in her stomach and burned her throat. She rolled onto her side away from the two and spat it out, then coughed. Shit, that was so gross... Cora dabbed at her out with some tissues from her pocket and set them back. If anything, it made her more nauseous. She looked to the side and vaguely saw the distinct silhouettes of her switchblade and mace. Cora reached for them both with numb fingers and looked up at the women as Cora registered her voice and speech.

A cold sweat engulfed her and she found the hairs on the back of her neck raising. Their kind? What did she mean? Cora's mind raced with more questions than her finals caused her. "What the heck are you talking about? She glanced around at the man, whom now she realized had been inquiring if she was all right. "I'm fine," she muttered pushing herself up onto her elbows and tried to sit up but her vision swayed and she leaned back down. She gritted her teeth and rubbed her eyes with her shoulder. She hated being a damsel in distress. Not only that, but she did not want to show weakness when the situation was so out of context for her. This was something out of her fiction novels. She loved them but she had not wanted to live in them in the literal sense.

"Really, I'm peachy." She paused, then added with concern, "Are you okay? I don't think we are in Kansas anymore." Cora kept the women in her line of vision, and one hand on her mace and the other on her switchblade. She wasn't sure who this man was, but he was comforting in the sense that he, like her, was baffled. That, and also he was human too. This woman was clearly not. Cora tried to calm her breathing but her body was trembling.

It took her a few moments to realize the debris in her hair had also pierced a small fragment of her skull and caused blood to cascade down her back. Cora touched the back of her hand and paled more. "On my favorite supreme sweatshirt, oh no." Cora moaned to herself.
In Avalia → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Dehumanized → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah
Wolves camp

As Roman dragged her through the forest, Savannah couldn't help but struggle to keep up. His pace was faster than she anticipated, and his strides longer. She stumbled a few times and quickly righted herself. She scowled as he threw her in a random house and locked her in with the Purple Maniac. She was quickly pulled onto a chair and held hostage. While the woman interrogated her, Savannah forced herself not to glance down. She was aware of the stench of decay and human remains. The scent of it was awful and she gritted her teeth in order not to gag.

Savannah waited for her to finish and remained impassive, though she allowed fear and panic slip into her voice. That would satisfy them. Savannah was terrified but she wasn't showing most of it. She knew she could break through these bonds with her claws but she didn't want to reveal them. No, they were concealed with her gloves and thankfully weren't visible from the outside.

"I have been stealing for around three or so months, and I am doing it for survival. I am on my own because my family is dead."
She paused as not to allow emotion flow into her words and remain calm despite a slight tremble in her words. Her family wasn't physically dead, but they were to her and that was what counted. She wanted to shred her former name. There wasn't any way she would go back to her old self. No, she was trapped in this nightmare for who knew how long and she knew she would see more terrible things. Savannah was aware that escaping would be difficult, despite the fact that she had the place memorized.

[/color]"My name is Rue."She looked her in the eyes as she spoke and smiled."Pleasure to make your acquaintance. What is your name?"
Nikolaus
New York

Nikolaus pointed the gun at the two before him and growled: "I'm giving you three seconds to hand me back my necklace or I will shoot you both."

The woman and man standing in front of him let out roars of laughter that echoed. Much to his dismay, they reminded him of a hyena. He wrinkled his nose with disgust and glared at them. That necklace meant the world to him. If he lost it, he didn't know what he would do. It was the last thing he had of his family.

"Only three seconds. Oooh," The woman taunted and nudged her mate. "Sounds dangerous to me."
"Frightening. I'm shaking in my boots." The man laughed as he swung it around and grinned at Niko's displeasure."What is this piece of junk anyways, Chels?"

Nikolaus didn't reply and held the gun steady with a glower. He hated to kill them. Niko hoped they would buy his bluff. "One," He threatened but they ignored him. His jaw began to ache from clenching his teeth and he could feel his temples beginning to throb from the sheer anger coursing through him.

"Open it, Dean!" The woman, Chelsea, encouraged. The man (Dean) followed suit and began to open it. Niko's arm began to tremble as he watched them rip open his precious locket. "Ooh, who is this?" She gestured to the photo of Iris, which was half-burned. He gritted his teeth as they examined it.

"Is this your sister? They have the same ugly face. Is that why you cover it up?" Niko rolled his eyes with a scoff. His face was covered with a bandanna around the lower half of his face and then shrouded in a hood. Tips of his unruly brown hair were sticking out and his dark blue eyes were visible. He could care less about what she thought. He was shaking with anger and hatred at their bullshit. He never left the "house" he stayed in without his disguise. He couldn't be seen. He had to remain hidden and find his sister...

"Two," He finally threatened in a lower, more menacing tone. The two stopped laughing and carrying on to stare with horror as he clicked the gun. "Don't make me go to three. Put the necklace down.

"Whoa, he's serious, Chels," Dean stared with a frown at him as Niko reached to pull the trigger. Instead of aiming at Dean, he turned it on, Chelsea. Her face paled as the gun aligned with her chest.

"Down," Niko's voice rumbled with the fury and might of Zeus. "Or I'll blow her rotten heart out."

Dean set the locket down with wide eyes, grabbed Chelsea' arm, and began sprinting away. Nikolaus managed a snicker as he stepped on the locket to secure it and glared at them as they ran away. Lousy thieves, he thought with an eye roll and fired at a broken shard of glass. It clinked and echoed, the bullet ricocheting into an abandoned cart. It exploded loudly and sent the two scurrying like rabbits.

"Cowards,"He hissed under his breath and went back into his house.
In Dehumanized → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah
 - Pennsylvania, one mile from Wolves camp

Savannah watched as the Purple Maniac spoke and forced herself not to show emotion. The thought of the torture was enough to scare her. She swallowed and then stared in awe as she dissolved into liquid and climbed the tree. What was that? Was it tissue or muscle manipulation? She frowned faintly, trying to figure it out as the woman joined her. The small amount of science she knew was not coming back to her well. The panic inside of her was beginning to rise slightly, but she took deep breaths to calm herself down. She had to be emotionless and strong. It was not helping when the crazy woman continued speaking to her and was up in her grill. "Hello, darling, now that we are together, we can play."

Savannah could only imagine if they had found out about her ability, what they would to her. She gritted her teeth, knowing this would not end well. She could not allow herself to be injured or draw blood; she was aware of Pepper's rapid breathing. He was watching nearby, ready to strike. Savannah would do anything to prevent him from being hurt, not after what he had done for her...

Roman's voice interrupted her reverie and she found him gazing into her eyes, emotionless. "If you are not interested in being chopped up like carrots for a stew, I suggest you start admitting to us that you have been stealing from our people. We'll torture it out of you either way and you're coming with us either way, so you can come down. You will also tell us if you are alone in this act. If you have any idea who I am, you know I am not very merciful."

God, she thought to herself, if only his eyes matched the color of his wretched soul. She was not one to talk about mutated eyes though; her topaz-orange eyes were different. As finished, she raised her eyebrows. He wanted a confession? Was he serious? She kept her breathing even and didn't crack her expression. Fine, we'll play it your way, she thought bitterly. "Don't flatter yourself, Roman," She finally replied, beginning to stand up so she could move away from the Purple Maniac.

"It's obvious who I am and what I've been doing. And also, I was waiting for you all to come over here before I could come down." She stood up on the branch with impeccable balance and tightened the backpack around her shoulders, being careful to avoid upsetting the woman's spot. She cracked her neck loudly as she spoke and loosened it up. "I wanted to see the amount of men and woman you brought over one little thief. Yes, I am alone." Savannah lied fluently and convincingly through her teeth. No way would she tell them about Pepper. She counted him as an accomplice.

She assessed the situation: ten to one - too many to defend herself against. If she showed off some ability, she knew it would help them not be quick to kill her. He at least was not interested in killing her yet; he wanted to bring her back. Why though? She decided not to dwell on it for now. She had to play her part and not anger them and needed to seem useful enough to keep. Besides, if she was too brave and cocky as they had pinned, that would only piss them off. She couldn't help but be proud of how long it had taken them to notice and then find her, and it was shining through her voice and expressions. Despite it, she had to be smart and earn their trust and her own keep. It was evident that she was skilled enough to steal and not be caught for a long period of time. That itself she knew would be useful for her life.

Savannah stood on the branch with impeccable balance still and looked up. The branch above her wasn't too high, nor out of her reach and was far enough ahead of her that she could swing over the Wolves. She smiled sadly for a brief moment. God only knew when she would find herself back in the forest. She loved it here so much. She took a deep breath to collect herself and unhooked her spear to clench between her teeth; then, unexpectedly jumped up.

The branch she had perched on began to sway up and down from her sheer amount of strength. She gripped the branch with ease and ignored the woman's possible balance upset. She hoisted herself up and swung from it momentarily, much like a trapeze artist. She gathered enough momentum after a few swings and tucked her knees and head as she flipped over the Wolves and released her position to land catlike on the ground. Her one arm was in front of her, the other beside her, and her legs firmly on the ground.

"Tah-dah." She stood up behind them, the spear still clutched between her teeth. Here voice came out slightly muffled. She quickly took it out of her mouth and stuffed it in her belt loop. Before they turned around, she had also wiped her lips from the blood with her sleeve.

"Happy now? No torture necessary." She paused, allowing her words to sink in with satisfaction. "After you, Roman." Savannah gestured to the camp after they had turned to face her. She was expressionless, despite a small smirk on her face. Savannah slowly gazed upwards to see if the woman ahd lost her balance or fallen; afterwards, she gazed ahead, careful not to allow her guard down. She had taken the spear out of her mouth and stuffed back in her belt loop and waited patiently.
In Dehumanized → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah
 - Pennsylvania, one mile from Wolves camp
Savannah watched as the Wolves approached her and sat patiently. Despite their attempts not to step on leaves, she could hear each of them breathing as if they were next to her. She set her elbows on her knees, her hands on one another and then her chip on it. The spear in her pants' loop was angled between them as well. She knew she could grab it quick enough if she needed defend herself; though she doubted they would instantly attack her. She knew she could handle herself if anything should occur. Of course, Pepper wasn't too far away either, more than likely poised to attack as well. She hoped he wouldn't show himself.

A sudden whisper caused her to turn her head ever so slightly. There he was: the leader of the Wolves or Satan himself. The woman next to him must have been his right hand. His eye color was shocking, though she had already seen him to know it wasn't natural. Savannah could not help but smirk. Had she caused enough trouble to lure him out? She studied her angle and direction to him. He was farther away, though not out of her reach. A quick, unexpected throw with her spear to could possibly turn fatal. Despite the temptation it brought, she knew that wouldn't be the right move. She was outnumbered. She withheld a sigh as to not show aggravation and turned her gaze down to the Wolves surrounding her tree. Her angle was rigid now with them right underneath her. The upper hand she had though was the element of surprise.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. What's up?" Savannah turned to gaze at Roman and look him in the eye."I'll give you a hint, it's me." She winked at him and lounged back into the branch behind her while keeping the spear nearby her. There were still faint drops of blood on them she hadn't completely washed out. Savannah glanced at them briefly and wipe some of it off and brought it to her lips. "Mm, Type A. My favorite." She had been careful not to let it enter her mouth and only her lips. She brushed it off on her pants and adjusted her jackets. She wasn't thankful to have them now; they hid her body and if she were mutated or not. While she had been greeting them, Anna had been careful to conceal her fangs. She faintly smirked and stared Roman down.
In Dehumanized → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah
 - Pennsylvania, one mile from Wolves camp


Savannah finished cleaning off her spear and looked around. She could hear footsteps and counted them quickly. She girted her teeth. The Wolves knew. She darted back into greenery and into the cave. "Pepper!" She called and ran over to him. God, he looked so adorable, laying there peacefully, with his ears back. She swallowed hard as tears filled her eyes. If they found him, they might kill him and she couldn't risk that. "Pepper," She tried again as he lazily opened his eyes. He stared at her in alarm as he sat up and stretched, alert. He barely held back his yawn. [b]"They know, Pep. You have to go." He stared at her and opened his mouth to growl a retort but she shook her head. Her voice was breaking and tears streamed down her face. "Go, Pep. I can't lose you. I love you so much. I'll find you again. I promise, okay?"

He reluctantly didn't move, then slowly ran out of the woods and into the night. She knew he wouldn't go too far and would watch but at least he would be safe. He would be able to hide well. With deep breaths, she turned to her supplies and pulled on her gloves. She sat up and then dug around in her second bag hurriedly. She pulled out a few plants she knew to be poisonous and darted back outside. She set them the plants in the traps and smudged them around it. If they came into contact with skin, a rash would start and soon, enter the bloodstream and begin killing the victim from the inside out. She then went back into her home and pulled her leather hooded jacket and stuffed her weaponry into her pockets and her knives into her boots safely. She tugged her top down and pulled another bulkier jacket over the rest. She then marched back outside.

Anna it her lip and looked at the boulder she used to cover the cave during raids or bad storms. She grunted with stress as she pushed it in front of the cave but left a sliver of it open for her. Only smaller bodies would fit inside. She then gritted her teeth and knew she wouldn't be able to run. Besides, what was the point? She couldn't run from here to the town safely in time. By the sound of the footsteps, they'd be too close to successfully run away. A sudden smirk crossed her lips as she looked at a nearby tree she frequently used as a vantage point. Memories of using it to watch the unset filled her mind but she swallowed it away. Anna set the spear in her mouth and quickly climbed it. She moved onto a branch slightly over the cave and leaned up against the branch behind it. She set the spear into the loophole of her combat pants securely, arms behind her head, and awaited her fate.
In Dehumanized → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Savannah
 - Pennsylvania, one mile from Wolves camp
Soft, nearly inaudible, crunching of leaves filled the crisp autumn air of Pennsylvania. A young female clad in black with her hair in a ponytail approached a cave. Most people avoided these now; they were usually filled with mutated animals ready to rip someone's throat out. This one, however, was inhabited by her best friend: a mutated fox named Pepper. He was the size of a Great Dane with the agility of a fox and strength of a wolf. He had come to her in her time of need and she had never stopped repaying him her gratitude. With a bloody spear in hand and a grin on her face, she entered the cave. She glanced over at the greenery behind her and was thankful for their cover. It provided an ominous setting at night which kept any trespassers at bay.

It wasn't much, but it was home. She had a sleeping bag she often shared with him, her backpack, weaponry, a shredded but usable pillow, blanket and even some lanterns. She had become accustomed to the dark, though she relied on her hearing rather than eyesight. She had another bag filled with the few clothing items she possessed. She also had a makeshift clothing line hanging near the back for when she washed her clothes. She had an assorted amount of trinkets - bracelets, necklaces, all hand made and also on her own. Craft making wasn't her specialty. She had been hoping to scavenge more so she could sell it and in turn buy more food rather than stealing.

"Pepper, I found food!" Savannah called as she slipped the backpack off. She twirled the spear and set it up against the wall to clean later. She tore off her black gloves and set them nearby the spear. A pair of bright yellow eyes greeted her as she approached the end of the cave. "I even got your fav, bud. C'mere." Pepper yawned as he approached her and watched as she emptied the backpack. She could tell by his dazed expression he had been napping. The poor baby had been up all night protecting her, she realized. It had made her feel guilty and determined to find him food. "I got you berries! A whole back of them, Pep. Can you believe it?" She smiled as the fox sniffed the contents and nodded his appreciation. She pulled more items out of her bag, thrown together unceremoniously. She had tied the dead animals into a separate bag though, knowing better than to mix that together with the fresh food.

"And I even found you some vegetables. You need those," She smirked at his upturned nose and laughed. "You need your vitamins. It's tough living out here, Pep. Do you know how many people and animals don't have veggies?"

She sighed as he scowled and narrowed his eyes. "Okay. Fine. I got you a squirrel, one rabbit and even eggs. Can you imagine? Eggs! When's the last time we had that, bud?" She reached over and began to stroke his head and he licked her face. She laughed as she set the contents back except for the berries. "I'll cook all of this later. We can eat the berries but remember to ration, okay? I can't keep stealing too much at once."

Savannah smirked to herself. She had been stealing from the Wolves' supply and food for two months. She had been aware they were near her camp but hadn't realized their close proximity. After nearly starving to death the previous summer, Savannah had decided to risk her neck and steal from them. The first few attempts, she had been terrified she would be caught and killed while her fox starved and never knew she she hadn't returned. As the months passed by, her nerves settled into confidence. It had turned into into an unpredictable schedule of her stealing more food. Thanks to her enhanced hearing, Savannah had began to recognize their guard order and who was Normal and mutated. She knew the regular humans who hadn't mutated were easier to steal on. Savannah secretly hoped they'd start a civil war one one another trying to locate the thief.

Savannah and Pepper had both began to gain weight and muscle mass, eventually becoming healthy. Despite her efforts, they were still underweight. She knew it would take time, but it was starting to irritate her. Savannah glanced at him as she fed him berries form her hand then brushed off her worry. It wouldn't do her any good. After she finished feeding him, she cleaned off her hands with sanitizer (she had stolen it form the Wolves) and then fed herself. She loved finding vegetables - pumpkins, squash and carrots were some of her favorites. She relished finding vegetables that hadn't rotted. It was rare.

When she finished eating, she stuffed everything back into her supply bag and looked at her spear. She sighed as she stood up and looked at Pepper. "I'm going to go clean this. You rest up and later I'll cook us some squirrel. Sweet dreams, Pep." She kissed his head and he returned the favor by licking her face again. She smiled at him, grabbed her spear, and headed out to the river. It wasn't too far. Savannah had only been slightly shocked that the cave hadn't been taken. It was close to the Wolves yet far enough; it was near the town where she'd steal and buy food as well. The river wasn't as polluted as the others and was clearer than most. She was delighted to have found it. The crowded trees nearby shrouded it in darkness and at night, it was ominous. Savannah smiled and tightened her ponytail and went over to the river and began cleaning off her bloody spear.
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