Bleed to Death
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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


Amy relaxed under the night sky. Nearby Raoth was whimpering, curled up into a ball. The foolish youngster had tried to steal some food from her. It wasn't that he wasn't well fed. He ate when she did, and a good amount, if of lesser quality. No, he just decided that he wanted a snack and hadn't yet learned that nothing belonged to him. Amy had taken him to task, beating him with her fists until he collapsed, unable to handle anymore.


At least his attempts to kill her were becoming less frequent. With her pregnancy out of the way Amy had full power again, and with each less successful attempt his eyes darkened a little more. Slowly Amy rotated the meat over the fire. Pulling it off she tossed the portion that Raoth would eat before tucking into her meal, enjoying the taste of the spices that cooking always managed to bring out. Much better than eating it before it had been soaked, dry and hard for travel. Staring at the stars Amy thought about how much she had changed. Her empire had probably collapsed by now, but her power was slowly growing over here. She just had to keep it up, and eventually she'd be as powerful as she had been before. The difficulties were just a little different than she was used to.


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OCC- Hello, hope you don't mind me joining in!

The night was getting cold, Pip feet treaded heavily through the earth, while Jill's little paws held tightly onto his back. They'd just had an exhausting day, Jill on her little adventures, Pip running after her to make sure she didn't get hurt. They'd been travelling all day, and Pip hated to admit it, but he didn't know where he was. The dark night didn't help, neither did the fact that Jill was holding onto his neck so tightly his vision kept going blurry.

He stopped at the top of a slope in the earth and lifted Jill from his neck and tucked her in his arms. She was fast asleep, her little chest rising and falling softly. He slowly put her down on the ground while he neatened up himself, scratching his head and flattening the arms of his jacket. He then realised that Jill might be cold, as she didn't have any clothes to keep her warm, so Pip took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

He stood back up and gazed over the terrain and saw flicker of light. He squinted his eyes to try and see it better, it looked like a fire. Another wolf probably, hopefully one that knew Nova Scotia better than he did. Pip carefully picked up Jill and slid down the side of the slope. He rushed quickly towards the fire light to see two wolves gathered around eating meat. Pip cleared his throat, "Excuse me, is there any chance you know a safe way back to the midlands of Nova Scotia?"
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OOC why you decided to throw two innocents at psycho lady here is unknown, but welcome!

Word Count → 000


Both of them lifted their heads at the sound of approach. Raoth was staring at the one who approached them with open disbelief, trying to figure out who in their right mind would come near Amy. Amy simply watched, measuring them and what they could do. A young girl clung tightly to the male, perhaps a sister or other relative. It looked like he was fiercely protective of her, giving up his own jacket for her. Amy wouldn't do such a thing, figuring that it was better for them to solve their own problems and grow that way.


His question brought a slow smile from Amy. I know a way to safe packlands that could care for you and the child there. As if she'd never spoken Amy returned to her meal, eating the meat as if she didn't have a care in the world. Her body seemed relaxed, though someone who was better trained would see that it wasn't real, each muscle in her body coiled to move with lightning speed at her command.


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