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Post by Sasa on Sept 24, 2014 17:10:05 GMT 1
You could say that the stab in the back by the High One was just in time. At the same moment One-Edge lost control. She flung herself at the High One. But then he make movement to throw Longsong. One-Edge reached out to get a hold of her lifemate, but she missed, just by a length of a finger. ~**Adem!**~ She mind screamed after him. And the High One was gone in an instant. In her mind and out loud Softpaws howled in anger as the elves punched the bag with cubs.
Eveningsky took out her light sword. It may be dull, but it would still do the job. From where she stood, she saw Cloudbird rush to where One-Edge and Softpaws had been. She dashed after her. ~**Right behind you.**~ She replied to her sister. She was only few steps behind her to reach the broken down tent, when Softpaws dashed to fight for her cubs. The wolf was red with blood. It would not manage alone. There wasn’t much time for thinking though, as Eveningsky evaded a skilled thrust her way. Her own sword shot back, but the maddened elf avoided the blow.
One-Edge was right behing Eveninglight to fight off any elves attacking Longsong. One-Edge had dashed out to protect Longsong by instinct but Softpaws was urging her to protect the cubs. Her mind was split apart and it distracted her. Not to mention she still had a slight limp from her injury. It was a good think that Eveninglight and Shade were there too. One-Edge swung her dagger around, just trying to keep the elves around at a distance. She quickly got a cut on her arm, close to having her good foot hit as well. ~**Adem, snap out of it!**~ Very unlike her, there was desperation in her sending.
Waterall only saw the High One vanish. She hadn’t been able to really see him. But she had heard him call the attack, only to vanish himself. She felt like the ground under her gave in. But the sensation was replaced by Thundergrace’s sending and the urgency of the situation. Waterfall looked behind her, the leafling only steps away. With quick strides she met up with her and stopped from going forward. ~**I have her right here**~ She informed Thundergrace, sharing the feeling as she picked the cub up. **Young ones. Follow me.**~
Evening-Fall had planned to join the fight and assist, but he gave that a second thought as Hale talked to him. It was only seconds later that Waterfall called for their young ones. ~**Waterfall will manage our young ones. Let’s help the wolf-bloods.**~ He looked around to recognize those wolf-bloods that would fight, and those that would run. He spotted the two elves from earlier, Branchwalker and Silvereyes. They were in a pinch. He cursed for not having his bow with him, but that didn’t stop him. In mental images he shared to Hale what he planned to do: to take stance with the silver-haired maiden. And he was off. He may have been without weapons, for now, but he would not be easy to defeat, even by his fellow tribemates. Although much younger than his brother, and less of a fighter, he still had the experience of age and the skills of a dancer that kept him all the time out of reach. He danced his way to Branchwalker. “Don’t just stan—“ He cut mid-sentence, realizing the young elf was frozen in place. He moved aside from an enemy thrust, stepping in and hitting the arm of the attacker, making the thrust also miss Branchwalker. He kept on going with two goals in mind. To protect the two wolf-blood elves and to acquire a weapon.
Much alike Wasp, Mayflower had chosen to take the side of her tribemates. Palepelt’s sending made her stop in her tracks and take a closer look at the faces of the tribemates, now approaching her! When following Palepelt she had equipped herself with her spear. By instinct she took a steady hold of the spear and pointed it towards the elves approaching them. **What’s wrong with you? Snap out of it!** She sent around. Mayflower didn’t want to fight against her own.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 5:53:02 GMT 1
Silvereyes (has blond hair ~^___^~) looked over to see the new comer to their fight. she gave a nod and shoved the two starting at her again. "This is a nightmare I'll not soon forget if I live past this mess!" She said half to Evening-Fall and half to no one really. She grunted and growled with a forward tilted glare,
"Enough! This is insane! We don't seem to be doing much to sway them, but I don't wish to kill 'em. She looked at her trembling hands then the one coming at her again and hit him in the head with the but of her dagger knocking him back as he lay there slowly still, Silvereyes shot her eyes up! "No!"
She shouted. She tackled the other laughing mad killer elf to the ground, sat on his chest and swung knocking him out then she looked around to Evening-Fall and Branchwalker. She stood sheathing her blades once more. "Thanks for the help. Any others with you? I want to go to my Uncle in the tent of wounded, I promised them I'd return to them. I could not face my Father if anything harmed them."
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Post by Sofia on Sept 25, 2014 6:42:39 GMT 1
With Silvereyes having shaken some sense into him, Branchwalker snapped out of his frozen shock and pulled his metal dagger from the sheath hung at his belt. He nearly froze again when he spotted Wasp cutting he throat of her own kin - yes, her kin were attacking her, but to kill another elf, a tribemate like that was unthinkable, no matter how crazed they were. Evening-Fall darting in and saving him from an attack unfroze him completely. With a yelp, Branchwalker jumped back, ducking attack after attack, but unable to attack in return. ~**Sree?**~ he lock-sent, reaching out for his soul sister. To Silvereyes he lock-sent: ~**We must hurry back, just as you said! Think of the cubs!**~ ~**Here, Relv,**~ Dawngazer sent back to Branchwalker. She and Bloodmane had formed a spear wielding duo right in the middle of the fray, tripping and wounding attacking elves. They seemed to not feel the wounds though, standing back up as long as their legs weren't too broken. ~**I'll be fine and right behind you as soon as the cubs are safe!**~ To all her fellow survivors, she sent: ~**These cursed mad ones don't seem smart enough to stay down! As soon as the wolf cubs and our wounded are safely away from here, we should flee.**~ Greyspear, caught in the middle of the fighting too, sent out agreement with Dawngazer. ~**As soon as all wounded are safe, retreat!**~ He made sweeps at the elves surrounding Longsong, and the ones surrounding the wolf cubs, every chanse he got, hoping someone else would get through to them. Longsong stirred as One-Edge lock-sent his soul name and then demanded he wake up. He woke up to a kick in the ribs, leaving him to curl up sideways, gasping. Mayflower's sending got an eerie response. From each attacking elf came the same automatic response one would usually get from an elf deep asleep. With that response also came the feeling of darkness and being lost, as if all the attacking elves were dreaming the same nightmare. OOC: Silvereyes and Branchwalker can jump to the thread "The Wounded Talk" as soon as you're ready, Fefe  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 7:17:56 GMT 1
Silvereyes blinked, looked and nodded, though she knew her Sire did not see, the nod was meant for him. She cleared her eyes of tears and ran off howling her intent, to save her brother, Uncle and to save the others with them if possible.
She moved as fast as possible feeling every bruise newly made on her nagging pain into her muscles and joints. She slashed and punched and bit anyone of the mad murderers that got close enough. Making into the tents alive had not been easy, but she had managed.
((Moving on to "The Wounded Talk" now. Thanks for the heads up! ~^___^~))
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Post by Sofia on Sept 25, 2014 7:24:54 GMT 1
OOC to Fefe: Remember to post Silvereyes actions according to location. She can't hug Treebreeze and Haze in this thread, since they're in "The Wounded Talk"-thread. Split your post in two, leaving the first paragraph in this thread and post the rest in the "The Wounded Talk"-thread. Also, check what's going on in "The Wounded Talk"-thread. There's some drama there that might make hugging people less of a priority 
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 7:31:19 GMT 1
Ooc: Yes, sorry, just falling asleep it's nearly 3 am here. Yes, I figured, SE was just happy to see her family alive. I'll ha;f it but If a lot, I'll have to add more after I get off work. erm, later today like in the evening. Silly early morning
snuck up on me. ~^__^~v nervous grin w/sweat drop
Ps, done and done ^__~ wink
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Post by gerlin on Sept 25, 2014 12:01:13 GMT 1
~**I have no weapons**~, Hale answered Evening-Fall, ~**But I'll help with their wounded. You be safe. We still need have that pole-climbing match**~ She was worried for her friend. If she had any skill in fighting, she would have fought by his side, but she didn't. But she couldn't just do nothing, so she ran after SilverEyes when she saw the elfess had been able to get away.
(Hale to the 'wounded'-thread)
With a challenging howl Eveninglight cut the arm of an elf trying to kick Longsong, making him turn around and face her. **Get up!**, she urged Longsong, **Get up and try to climb on Shade's back. He's strong enough to carry us both** The elf opposing Eveninglight made an attempt to stab Shade with his spear. Eveninglight lunged forward and parried the attack, giving opportunity to another, attacking her from behind to slash deeply into her leg. The redhaired maiden cried out in pain, yet kept fighting, fueled by adrenaline, anger and fear.
Rainblossom saw an elf lifting his arm to strike Greyspear in the back. Without thinking, she let her arrow fly. It hit the mark, going straight through the attackers arm. A next arrow followed immediately, hitting the elf in the knee, making him fall down. Eventhough he could use the leg no longer, he kept trying to stand up and continue his attack.
ThunderGrace's relief of knowing that her daughter was safe, rang clear through her sending. ~**I have the supplies you asked for**~, she sent as she started walking as fast as she could without letting anything drop, ~**I'll be with you soon**~ She met DancingFlame along the way, who took over some things, so they could go even faster.
~**I can't kill in cold blood**~, Tracker answered Wasp, wrestling the severely wounded elf, ~**Not a tribemate, no elf at all. It's just not right** While Wasp kept the attackers away from him, Tracker managed to tie the wounded elf with a piece of sinew, he had wanted to use for a bowstring. Perhaps he would come to his senses and be healed later on. ~**Did you try sending to them?**~, Tracker asked, defending himself from a new attack, ~**It's like they're asleep. If you think there's any honour in killing our tribesmate's while they are like that... I think you're wrong. very wrong**~ Wasp shrugged, but thinking Tracker did have kind of a good point there, tried to tone down her bloodlust, but it was difficult as she lost herself in the passion of the fight.
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Post by Live on Sept 25, 2014 18:31:51 GMT 1
At first, Wishpond had stood frozen, his mind unwilling to comprehend the atrocities playing out around them. It was only when he felt Featherfoot tug him closer that he snapped out of it, adrenaline flooding his blood stream. A glance at his friend beside him, the exhausted but intense look in her eyes, spurred him into action, his body acting before his mind could catch up. This was a war zone; she could barely walk. Her safety was paramount.
Swooping Featherfoot into his arms, he turned and started running back to the tent where the wolfbloods' wounded were, fear but also resolve pounding through his veins. Suddenly, a fellow member of his Branch stepped into his path, swinging an axe dangerously close to his face. With a yelp, Wishpond leaped to the side, twisting his ankle as he landed, making him lose his balance. Featherfoot still clutched in his arms, the musician toppled into a patch of razorvine bushes, the momentum sending the two tumbling through the scratchy foliage, fortunately out of sight of the axe-wielder for now. His head spinning, Wishpond opened his eyes with a groan, blinking confusedly at his new location before suddenly remembering his freight. ~**Oh High Ones, I'm sorry!**~ he lock-sent desperately, scrambling to his knees so he wouldn't crush the tanner. ~**Are you hurt, Featherfoot?**~ He started pushing aside the thorny branchlets and looking her over for cuts, not even noticing that he himself had a nasty scratch along his cheekbone, his clothing torn in places, dirt and blood visible in the frayed fabric slits.
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Post by stephanie on Sept 26, 2014 5:43:44 GMT 1
Featherfoot scrambled to check on Wishpond, barely noticing that she had shielded herself from most injuries. Worry and panic coloring her send, ~**what should we do? They seem asleep, have you tried sending? Something has them enthralled. I cannot bear the thought of hurting them!**~
She let out a little scream of fear as the one with the axe found them and gathered what little strength she had left to cover Wishpond with her body. Willing it to be, she threw up a weak shield as the axe came down, all while sending frantically for help.
Cloudbird felt a wash of relief as her sister joined her. A touch of minds told Rockclimber to defend Morning-Glow. She tried her hardest to avoid any lethal blows, and hissed as she caught a heavy-handed blow to her ribcage. Feeling it crack under the impact but refusing to leave her sister, she lock-sent to Morning-Glow, hoping he would hear her, ~**Sviik - help!**~
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Post by Live on Sept 26, 2014 18:32:52 GMT 1
Wishpond gasped in horror as Featherfoot took the blow. "Featherfoot!" His gaze shot to the elf attacking them, a surge of wrath washing into him as he watched their assailant grin, a low, husky chuckle emanating from him as he raised the axe again. Anger powering his limbs, Wishpond pushed past Featherfoot in one swift movement and rammed his elbow with the full force of his weight into the axe-wielder's exposed abdomen, forcing his breath from him and sending them both into the underbrush. As he grappled with his squirming Branch member below, Wishpond touched his mind to his, searching for a trace of recognition or intent. In response, he received a strange, wordless sending of nightmarish images and feelings of being watched, danger lurking close by, moving shadows. The musician frowned, worry and uncertainty reflected in his expression, but he knew he had little choice. Quickly scanning the foliage around them, Wishpond noted that there were young razorvine tendrils aplenty, sinewy and elastic, but not yet mature enough to sport the worst thorns. ~**Sorry, friend,**~ he sent to the elf growling up at him, ~**This will hurt.**~
Turning to look over his shoulder at Featherfoot, he sent, ~**Help me tie his wrists down!**~ as he struggled to keep his hands locked around the other elf's, whom still clutched the axe handle in his grip. Wishpond flicked his gaze, indicating the tendrils around them. ~**We'll bind him with young razorvines, the ones that haven't developed their sharpest thorns yet. He'll break free of them eventually, but it will take time, enough for us to get away from here.**~ Wishpond knew Featherfoot was using of her last reserves now, but hoped that he wasn't asking the impossible as long as he kept their attacker's hands in place and still. ~**Can you do that for me?**~ he asked, empathy and urgency equally present in his mind voice.
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Post by Sofia on Sept 27, 2014 11:24:47 GMT 1
Longsong managed to scramble up on all fours, avoiding a second kick. When Shade came close enough to grab, Longsong did so, heaving himself onto the wolf's back with a pained grunt. He was dazed, but had a good enough grip on Shade to not fall off it the wolf ran - not right away at least. Branchwalker threw a last glance at Evening-Fall, before rushing off after Silvereyes. (( OOC: Branchwalker has left for 'The Wounded Talk'-thread.)) Dawngazer and Bloodmane kept fighting, doing gheir best to make way for non-fighters caught in the middle of the battle. Dawngazer toppled a few attacking elves, leaving a brief escape route from the middle of the fray to its edge. ~**Eveninglight, have Shade get Longsong away from here! Stay with him and protect him, he doesn't look like he'll stay conscious for long!**~ Dawngazer lock-sent, doing her best to keep the escape route open a moment longer. Greyspear sent gratitude to Rainblossom, colored by fear at the attacking elves' behavior. If such serious wounds couldn't stop them, what would? Fighting despair, Greyspear once more charged the elves surrounding the bag of wolf cubs. Hopefully that distraction would give someone else a chance to rush in and save the wolf cubs. OOC: Sasa here's Eveningsky's chance |
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Post by Sasa on Sept 27, 2014 21:30:43 GMT 1
One-Edge's heart bled at the sound of Longsong gasping for breath. As hard as she tried, and elf managed to pass her to get a kick at Longsong. The enraged elfess slid down and tackled the attacker, making him fall on the ground. She had learnt that these mad elves would not stay down so she jumped on the elf. They exchanged some blows on the ground, both inflicting and earning wounds. At a blow she lost her grip on the hunting dagger in her use. But it also created her a chance to hit the elf, hard, on the face. And a second one right after. The elf's eyes rolled back and his hands dropped down. One-Edge didn't have the time to check if the elf was still alive when two more were already on her. She struggled to back out to get distance from the weapons. But her dagger was between her and the attackers. She knew that she would not last long without any weapon. The wolf-blood flowed high in her veins as she charged forward, accompanied with an howl. She jumped for her dagger. One of the attackers got her at her side, slicing a wound open. But she managed to reach her dagger and regain it. But her position was disadvantageous. She blocked one attack, avoided another one. A hit to her elbow, luckily the one unarmed. Otherwise the pain to her bone would have caused her to drop the weapon attack. She heard Softpaws following her howl with its own. The same time she slid sideways to avoid yet another hit, which allowed her a quick look to where Longsong was. She saw him awake and on Shade. Although the situation was bad, she felt a certain relief. With a new surge of strength she charged at her attackers. Longsong would need cover to escape on Shade.
Eveningsky had wounded the feet of the elf attacking her and yet the elf had stood up and kept on fighting. As much as by luck as by skill she got the opportunity to smack the elf in head with her sword. And she took it, using the dull part of the blade. This time the elf didn't rise. The next attacker wasn't as skilled and Eveningsky soon found a spot to replay her final blow. In fragments in the midst of the fights she had seen her sister get hit bad. She desired to run to her help, but Softpaws needed help too. She would trust her sister's skills and experience. Their bird-blood gave them light feet and wolf-blood the strength. Eveningsky used her chance to cut through and followed after Softpaws. The wolf fought of elves blocking its way to her cubs. If it wasn't for all the blood and cuts, one wouldn't have been able to tell that the wolf was injured. It fought with such intensity and strength. Eveningsky howled as she charged, doing her best to complement the wolf's attacks. Together they managed to steal one attacker's belt and use it to tie her feet. Even on the ground the elfess tried to use her weapon. Eveninsky managed to disarm the elfess and throw the weapon out of reach. That would still not stop her from trying to tackle them or biting them.
Softpaws suddenly reached out to One-Edge, expressing that her strength was dying. "Softpaws!" The elfess cried out, accidentally bearing her back to her attacker, who didn't miss the chance. One-Edge received a hard blow to the back of her shoulder. A pain ran through her arm and she cried out. But she had seen a glimpse of Eveninsky with the wolf. As she faced her opponent, with only one working arm, as the other didn't do as she wished anymore, she sent to both Eveningsky and Softpaws ~**::Softpaws, create and opportunity for Eveningsky and she will save them.::**~
Eveningsky felt the acceptance of Softpaws touch her mind. With a mighty roar Softpaws threw itself on the elves. At the same time it happened that Greyspeare charged from other side. In defending against these two attacks Eveningsky cut through the enemy line and was face to face with the one holding the bag with the pups. There was a disgusting smirk of pleasure on the elf's face. Eveningsky reminded herself that her goal was to get the pups to safety and she attacked, swinging and thrusting her light sword. Her adrenaline sang in her ears as she skillfully wielded her sword. The elf attempted to use the bad of pups as a shield against Eveninsky's attacks, but instead Eveningsky found an opportunity to cut the bag form under where the elf held on to it. The bag fell on the ground with a thumb and the cubs immediately started to move around, still inside the back. Eveningsky made a long thrust with her sword. If it wasn't for the bag between her and the CotO elf, the move would have been a dangerous one, but now it worked for it's purpose: to push the CotO elf a step away from the cubs on the ground. With a light leap the elfess was between the CotO elf and the bag. ~**Get the cubs to safety!**~ She sent to her tribemates. She would not allow anyone else approach the cubs.
Waterfall ran with Cinder in her arms, making sure that the young ones were all around her, fleeing together. ~**Forget the supplies!**~ There was no chance she could treat Arrow's nosebleed at this point. She could only hope that he didn't do anything too stupid. She trusted that Stormcall, as a healer, would take care of his lovemate. Her responsibility was now to keep the young ones safe and at a safe place treat the injured elves.
Evening-Fall kept the elves occupied while Silvereyes and Branchwalker ran off. He did not notice that another group took chase after them. He measured his every hit. He didn't want to hurt his tribemates but nothing seemed to slow them down. As Silvereyes had done, he strove to find opportunities to knock them out. He received minor cuts as he managed to dodge the attacks. An attacker thrust at him with a dagger. He kneed down, the dagger flying barely above his shoulder, and slid closer to the attacker, sliding his hand along the hand. His other hand also took a hold of the arm and he turned it, causing involuntary muscle reflex that caused the elf to drop his weapons. Evening-Fall picked it up and took distance at the same time. Losing the weapon just made the elf chuckle and attach again. The dagger in hand Evening-Fall dodged and wounded the hand. *Don't hurt! They're not at fault.* He thought to himself along with many other things. Morning-Glow had reached out for him, but in the midst of the fight he only managed to open his mind for a moment.
"W-what..." Mayflower whispered. She could not reach the mind of her tribemates. Or not what should have been there as their mind.**Wake up!** She shouted as the elves came closer.
OOC: For the sake of timing I won't have M-G appear here just yet.
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Post by stephanie on Sept 29, 2014 13:05:59 GMT 1
Cloudbird followed her sister every step of the way, barely having a moment to spare for relief as her send was answered. Desperately, she hoped that her wolf-friend had managed to protect Morning-Glow; those entranced were becoming increasingly more violent by the moment. Her knife moved like a silver serpent as she no longer pulled her blows - she couldn't afford to, here in the thick of battle. Her only thought was keeping Eveningsky alive. ~**Take the cubs, 'Sky, we've got you covered!**~ Parry, thrust, slice, it became like a dance, but there were too many. From the corner of her eye she saw an elf, spear in hand, lunge at her sister from behind. With a shriek like a diving hawk, she flipped her knife, grabbing the blade, and threw. There was no time to think, to breathe, and then her knife hit its mark, jarring the elf back as it lodged in his throat. Suddenly open and undefended, Cloudbird did all she could to evade her attackers, but there were just too many.
Suddenly, a snarling grey mass tore its way through and to his bond-mate. Rockclimber tore left and right, teeth slick with elfin blood, enraged that they would dare attack his pack. Cloudbird sent him wordless thanks, clutching at her ribs and trying to ignore her now-throbbing back and left leg. It was just enough of a diversion for her to grab a fallen weapon.
Featherfoot nodded, swallowing against the bile rising in her throat. She snagged some of the vine and, after a false start, managed to tie the elf, hand and foot. Standing again, she felt her head swim, before sliding into blessed darkness.
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Post by gerlin on Sept 29, 2014 16:33:19 GMT 1
(ooc: how quick are the attackers? Will they run after Rainblossom if she starts running?)
While Longsong climbed on Shade's back, Eveninglight fought to keep the attackers away, wounding some and receiving more wounds herself. She felt relieved, when Longsong sat securely behind her. The path Dawngazer and Bloodmane had cut out was clear. ::Run, Shade! Back to the tents:: She sent her gratitude and promise to keep Longsong safe to Danwgazer and Bloodmane. For how long she'd could keep that promise, Eveninglight didn't know. She felt exhausted. Her bruised ribs throbbed with every movement she made and blood-loss was starting to make her feel lightheaded. Yet she howled defiantly, encouraging her kin, while Shade ran through the seething mass of bloodcrazy elves.
Just one leap before the had made it out, two elves sprang up in front of them, a man and a woman. Eveninglight managed to give a hard blow the side of a woman's head with her sword's pommel, adding Shade's motion to give more strength to her strike. The woman fell down and moved no more. She didn't know, and at the moment didn't care, whether she was dead or unconscious. They needed to get through. Quickly, Shade turned towards the man, but he was already down, was felled by two arrows in his leg. He still tried to get up, but was no longer a threat. Not when they kept moving. *Good*, she thought and urged Shade on. ~**Just a little longer, Longsong. We're almost safe**~
Rainblossom kept shooting arrows, until her quiver was empty, trying to give cover to the elves in the thick of the fight. It was hard, having to shoot at elves she knew, but there was no choice. She tried to impair them, so they couldn't attack anymore. But now, without arrows, she was without any means of defending herself and a group of three elves were closing in on her. She had stood her ground to keep on helping in the fight and she could only hope there she would be able to get away in time now.
~**We might need your supplies later**~, ThunderGrace answered back. She and DancingFlame ran, trying to avoid their dazed looking tribemembers. They didn't seem interested in attacking them however. Still running she let Waterfall know that DancingFlame helped her and that they didn't seem to be in any danger. ~**I see you now**~, she sent after a while, ~**Keep running, we'll catch up with you soon. Keep the children safe**~
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Post by Sasa on Sept 29, 2014 17:58:44 GMT 1
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