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[b][u]POV:[/u] Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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The howl of someone striking their enemy rung out behind the two women— echoes of the battle that was occurring between the others, however Shiara kept her eyes on the psion below knowing full well the danger she posed as well as the importance of the objective she was assigned. Lathilos had told her to talk to her if she ran off, to offer her kindness instead of malice; and if she rejected the sentiment outright to [i]take[/i] her. The woman thought back to her days protecting the person she cared most about and how together they were taken for insufferable games. She thought back to the words spoken about her and how she was but a slave by a different name. How was she to oppress someone else and indenture them to a similar fate? It made her [i]sick[/i]. But she knew she had no choice in the matter— it was this girl’s servitude or... 

She mentally shook her head. No— she’d never allow it. 

“If you don’t let them talk to you, they might hurt [i]you[/i].”

Shiara bit into her lip for a moment as her thoughts lingered back. Thoughts that she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she served her newfound “masters”. A light breath escaped her lips as it slipped into her mind for a split second.

[color=silver]	[i]“If you don’t help us, then we’ll make you help us. How much do you care about [b]her[/b]? What will you do?”[/i][/color]

Shiara sprung herself from a branch to another branch. 

“I don’t want to do this.”

She swung down landing on the ground in front of her— her hood falling back and her face becoming plain as day. Her purple eyes narrowed, as she took another calming breath.

“But I will if I have to.”