6/18/2026, 5:03 PM
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Eloise ran.
Ran until her chest and throat hurt from exertion. Ran until she could no longer feel the excruciating pain that seared across her right hip -- nor the mettalic taste of her busted lip. They were gone; Rylan, Selja, and Vincent -- the lords guards had torn all three of them to shreds. They'd been lined up like pigs to slaughter and taken out one by one, as if to torture the victim that lie in weight next. She wondered if Rylan had meant to push her out of the way from the overwhelming number of guards that swarmed her so she could make an exit, because Eloise did not think twice about doing so at all.
The amount of days she'd been running away was beyond the fae's imagination. Her tears long dried like the blood that matted her fur, but not the would that still festered and caused her to drag her hind leg behind her. Head hung low, her body weakly slapped itself against a tree. Sliding down until she sat. Frowning, miserable, and exhausted.
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"Common" | "Gaelic"