RayneIlStorm
Junior Member
Cameron adjusted the burlap bag over his shoulder and sprinted through the forest opposite of where the invasion was coming from. Anyone with a brain would want to get out of the area as soon as possible - otherwise they were going to wind up a carcass eaten by the vultures. He continued to run, his lungs burning from the run. God, he needed to raise his stamina. Then he came to a peculiar sight; a woman trapped high in a flight trap in a tree. He paused for a moment, caught himself a bit of breath, and approached the scene.
"Do you need help out of there?" Called a voice from the ground below. When the shapeshifter looks down, she would see a man with red hair and a burlap sack thrown across his shoulder. He wore a cloak the color of dirt over his body, covering up everything besides his head which was tilted upwards at Juniper. He stared at her, curious, before glancing down at the dagger lying on the ground.
"Now, either you were trying to get something out of there that escaped with you trapped instead, or there's something awfully particular about you. If it's the former, then I'll welcome the quick laugh, but if it's the latter..." The man, Cameron, stepped over to the blade on the ground and picked it up, twirling it in his hand. He glanced up again with a sly smirk.
"Oh, and I recommend you tell me which one it is quick. I don't think the King's men and their horses will be putting you back together again when they find you." Cameron shot a look at the chaos in the distance: the screams of terror and agony, the scent of burning, the smoke rising from the town. Terrible, really.
"Do you need help out of there?" Called a voice from the ground below. When the shapeshifter looks down, she would see a man with red hair and a burlap sack thrown across his shoulder. He wore a cloak the color of dirt over his body, covering up everything besides his head which was tilted upwards at Juniper. He stared at her, curious, before glancing down at the dagger lying on the ground.
"Now, either you were trying to get something out of there that escaped with you trapped instead, or there's something awfully particular about you. If it's the former, then I'll welcome the quick laugh, but if it's the latter..." The man, Cameron, stepped over to the blade on the ground and picked it up, twirling it in his hand. He glanced up again with a sly smirk.
"Oh, and I recommend you tell me which one it is quick. I don't think the King's men and their horses will be putting you back together again when they find you." Cameron shot a look at the chaos in the distance: the screams of terror and agony, the scent of burning, the smoke rising from the town. Terrible, really.