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ems is by nat.
ooc; it was decided emma would kill endre, since she is the newest. and he is the easiest.
Emmanuelle awoke with a start at the loud, demanding call coming from the one and only Aquila, the faceless leader. It chilled her to the bone, but she knew what the call was for and in an instant she was on her feet, without hesitation she grabbed her bow - gifted to her by Alma and the arrows to go with it strapped her two daggers to her good thigh and took off running down the hallway of the mansion, taking barely a few seconds to skip down the stairs. Practically punching the front doors open, the woman yipped loudly to let her leader know she was coming and raced down the steps and in the direction he traveled on his horse, running so fast her feet barely touched the ground. Adrenalin surged through her veins and she didn't even feel the pain from her healing cuts, the worst being on her thigh. The pain would come later, but now she concentrated solely on the battle coming before her, this was her chance to prove hsheer loyalty to her pack and to prevent anymore clan members being harmed.
The scent in the clear morning was strong, and the feeling of dread settled in her stomach once again, she knew that this time it would be harder. There would be more, the woman was sure of it, but she had help this time. The time, would be different. She would murder one of them in cold blood, even if she had to die trying. Her wounds would not go unjustified, and that thought sent her propelling forward with an even harder, faster pace, letting a war cry rise from her throat as she readied her bow, keeping the arrow low to the ground as she continued to run into the fray, taking confidence in herself and her skill, though new, would deal some damage. Even from her first lesson with that damned blonde dog she had shown aptitude with a bow and it would not go unnoticed today.
The smell of horses of wolves hung thick in the morning air, a scent she was growing to hate. Hot blood coursed through her veins as well as something else, pure, unadultered hatred. The previous attack had altered this female forever, but it had made her stronger. Today would continued to mold and change the once sunny and niave female, she would take someones life and show them Inferni was not going down to a bunch of fucking wolves. She caught up with her leader but barely looked at him, she just tried her best to keep up with him and his horse, following behind slightly. Breaking into the woods she slowed down, dropping low and keeping her arrow aimed high. She could hear the wolves ontop of horse crashing loudly through the trees, and her heartbeat quickened as she caught site of one wolf on a silver dappled mare. Not wasting any time she notched an arrow and let it fly, her vision turning red as blood lust started to consume her.
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