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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] N/A
T A G S :    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	 [color=silver]Her scream barely made a sound. It was gutted by some strong force to her side. Tears welled in her eyes. She felt hopeless and lost. Before her was simply a void filled with a constant pain. Over-and-over.

      Her hands were curled around her face. Her nails dug into her hair, afraid to let go of the sweat stricken strands. Or was it sweat? Her mind was screaming for her move, to do something — anything. But, all she could do was coil in the same position. 

      There had never been a time when she had been struck like this. She had never been in a fight. Inside her realm, she had been sheltered and catered to, as if a cloud of feathers had resided around her at all times.

     Crashing sounds erupted around her. For a moment, not too long, the painful pounding paused. She could hear screams or maybe she was wrong. Her head was pounding, and her ears rung with a sound she had never heard. It made things so hard to decipher. 

       A hand grabbed her and as fast as it held her up, it let go of her. She fell… not, flopped to the ground. Collapsing like a rag doll. Her head hit the hard floor. Her hands went limp, forgetting what they had been doing. She wanted to sleep, now. Her mind was telling her to sleep. To enter the void and not look back.

       But something in her chest, a sharp needing pain wouldn’t let her rest. Instead, she cried out involuntarily as if to give the pain a voice. 

      [color=93d8f1] “Aurora,”[/color] the voice sounded tender but alert. She knew the voice, even if she couldn’t quite make it out. It was a good voice. A safe voice. 

       A hand gently touched her head. It was warm and healing.  But, she still cried out, again, remembering the pain that wanted everyone to know about it.

      Rowan’s eyebrows knit together. His silvery eyes pierced through the scene. Vasco, the damn human, was sprawled on the ground helplessly. Barrock was taking on creature after creature. He wasn’t unleashed, but he was giving ‘em hell. Almost too much hell.

       Now where were his belongings?


       There was no time for that. He’d buy something later. He still had his strength. Quickly, he scooped up Aurora, pushing one of her arms and legs over his shoulder. His body low, he swiftly covered ground to Vasco. He lifts the human under his armpits and begins dragging him to an exit.    
     
      There was a thought to leave Vasco behind. The fool had caused all of this. He heard the Syndicate talking. Zara was a piece of cake compared to Vasco. Aurora would never forgive him if he left Vasco. But, Rowan would never forgive Vasco if Aurora got hurt or worse — killed because of him.[/color]