[Center][h2][color=BCBCBC]Sparrow[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Sparrow grabbed Milk by her upper arm and moved her behind Sparrow’s own body. The stalker’s mind was acting purely on instinct now, the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her heart pounded against the walls of her chest and threatened to break through, her pupils wide as her body had entered it’s fight or flight response. Her thoughts however, were quite calm in contrast to the rest of her. If there was one thing Sparrow had going for her, it was that she was at her best while under pressure. Sparrow may have been a loving individual in Steelbird Landing, but the moment she left the confines of the city she became a completely different person.

Sparrow let go of her companion and returned her hand to the string of her bow. The arrows were doing nothing to the beast. It was like that...creature felt no pain. Nothing. The very same arrows with the same precision and accuracy that had been the demise of countless animals and people alike, had been nothing more than a minor annoyance to this newfound threat.

She didn’t like it one bit.

[color=BCBCBC]“Milk, we have to warn the city.”[/color] Sparrow spoke in an unnervingly calm voice, her eyes never leaving the slow-moving beast. She took in a slow, deep breath through tightened lips, slowly bringing her heart rate back down. As the beast left her sight, Sparrow turned to face Milk. [color=BCBCBC]“Follow me, I know a shortcut to get back. We might be able to make it back before that…[i]thing[/i] does.”[/color]

Sparrow turned to run, but then paused. Something she’d never considered crossed her mind. Something that, if only for a moment, frightened her. [color=BCBCBC]“Milk...why did it want [i]you[/i]? It spoke of a womb, but there were three of us present. It wanted [i]you[/i], and you alone.”[/color] Sparrow looked into Milk’s warm, brown eyes with her own, trying to read her thoughts and emotions. Sparrow hoped with all of her heart that Milk knew nothing of this and that she was just as confused, but part of her had to be skeptical. She’d learned that the hard way as a child. Never again.