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A Deathly Experience ( CyclicalCycle)

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Ice

The undead being stared at Cara with interest. He was not sure what she was doing. All he knew was that his job was to obey cinda. However being a not intellectual creature he held out his hand when she offered the orb. He was not sure why she wanted to give him that thing though.

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Cara turned around, staring up at Cinda. "...wyca la lxjn i gquwiukwqqq. Z'g wqta zrcblvi ifl bkm qus nw nqen zh." She stated, rather bluntly, blinking as she reached up to her empty eye socket. After a moment, she stumbled over a word. It sounded wrong, though. She'd said this word before. Something was off about the way this child spoke this. She should be barely able to pronounce it, not having learnt common. "...glass."

Ice

Cinda glanced down at the girl as she spoke to her. She had no remote clue as to what she was saying. However one word got her attention. A word that was spoken to clear for someone who didn't speak common. " Glass? " Cinda asked obviously confused now. What was this girl talking about? She had to wonder now.

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Cara pointed at her empty socket. "Glass." She repeated. As she did this, she clenched one of her fists, a small, knowing grin growing on her face. "Glass..." She repeated, slyly, wondering if Cinda would understand.

Ice

Cinda was not the best at figuring out what people were saying. However she did have an idea about what she meant. " your eyes was glass? " she asked with a frown. Okay this kid was a little strange. She glanced at the remaining undead for a second the back at the girl. A couple of the undead wondered off as she lost concentration. She was not quite as focus on her task as before. That was not a good thing.

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Cara shook her head at Cinda's statement. She tilted her head, slightly. Silently, the orb in the corpse's grasp began to writhe, and extend root-like tendrils into the creature's hand. It began to dig in. "...c-can. I...go?" Cara asked, wearily.

Ice

Cinda just sighed . Kids were hard to understand. And those who could not speak common were even more confusing. She then heard the undead being roar out shaking it's hand. What the heck was going on? She looked at the kind when she spoke again. " What did you do to him?" She questioned her now. She wondered if she was dealing with a magic user of some sort.

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"Stupid necromancer." Cara stated bluntly, thrusting her balled fist into the air. As she did so, the monster's hand lurched up. Tendril like strings of wood burst through the creature's hand, ripping it apart as they did so. "Lemme go!" The child demanded.

Ice

Cinda smiled now. But it was not a pleasant sort of smile. It was a dark sort of smile. Time to scare this kid again. " no now you become a snack. I cant let a witness simply leave after all." She told her. The remaining undead started to come at the girl. They intend to obey their master.

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Cara stumbled back, twisting her hands. The tendrils of wood ripped out of the undead, falling to the ground, flailing about randomly. She stumbled over to it, grabbing it and pushing it over to the undead, panting and rasping as she did so.

Ice

The undead were not smart enough to know that they were actually in danger. So they just kept coming tracking and smiling at the young girl. All the while cinda watched with interest.

CyclicalCycal

Cara clenched her fists, pulling them over towards her chest, the tendrils going to trip the undead up. Being single-minded monsters, they'd probably just fall over.

Ice

As the undead came ever closer they were tripped up by the tendrils. As the fell though screaming could be heard from the village. The rest who had when to the town must have found a few people. Cinda just laughed. She did enjoy doing this quite a bit.

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Cara paused. She decided that without any monsters, nothing was really keeping her there. So, Cara decided to run the hell away from all of the insanity, sprinting as fast as she could.

Ice

Cinda frowned now. If the girl ran did that mean she would tell others? She would not like that very much. She made a couple of undead hand come from the ground to trip the girl. After all they were in a grave yard.

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Evidently, this was not Cara's day, stumbling forwards as she was tripped, nearly falling over. She walked into a gravestone, gasping and letting out an 'oof!' noise. She stumbled back, glaring at the object as if it had intent, a conscience, and consciousness.

Ice

Cinda smirked she wanted to see how the rest of her undead were doing. However she needed to do something with the girl. " You know something. You gotta try harder then that. You know you want to run like the scared little brat you are." She stated. Yes maybe teasing kids wasn't nice. But cinda was not a nice person. Unless she wasn't causeing trouble.

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Now, Cinda couldn't understand Cara's archaic language, but she could tell by the look on her face and the tone of her voice that she had just cursed in it. Regardless, she glanced about the area, before moving to dash out of the graveyard, away from the corpses, which were her the true danger in this scenario.

Ice

Find just laughed. The girl could run all she wanted but as long as she was in town the undead would be a danger. After all she did send them into town. And now she was telling them to go after the girl if they saw her. Might as well have fun now.

CyclicalCycal

Cara had no intent to stay in the town. Nope. None. Undead were bad news, she was not equipped to deal with them, she had lost her wooden eye.

It was time to go.

Cara made a straight path as far away as she could, going the opposite direction of Cinda and the town.

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