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M. The Truth Hurts.
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[html] Ember's outfit: Shirt and long skirt.
She'd neared Anathema as she had hunted, but hadn't given it much thought. From what Naniko had said, she was welcomed to visit any time due to their relation. She figured that as long as she didn't go beyond the borders, she would be fine. They weren't like Inferni...they didn't kill off of their own soil as far as she knew. At least, not for a really good reason. She was glad that her sister had managed to settle down and stick with something, with Anathema. She'd worried about Naniko when she had been kicked out of Crimson Dreams and then when she'd up and disappeared.
Ember was still living the dream, a bachelor's unattached lifestyle in which she answered to no one and made no place a permanent dwelling. She had lands to explore and a life to live, none of which involved her pledging loyalty to some group and having duties or other unpleasant tasks to complete for honor, or fake trust from pack leadership. She relied on no one but herself and Bayard, her trusty steed.
The tall canine pulled her bowstring back as she peered out from behind a tree in the border area, her lime-green eyes fixed on the form of a nearby hare. She aimed quickly and released one arrow and then another, spearing that hare and the one that had been eating next to it. The animals screamed as arrowheads ripped into them, and she was quick to put her bow over her shoulder and run to them to finish the job and quiet them down. She'd eat well tonight, with this.
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