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A Deathly Experience ( CyclicalCycle)

Started by Ice, December 02, 2016, 02:08:48 PM

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Ice

Cinda would just let the girl go for now. After all she had other things to focus on. Like moving on before the towns guard would come. She did not want jail time. And she was losing control over her undead army So as the girl left Cinda when off to find a  place to hide. Both from the guard and the undead.

CyclicalCycal

The child ran and ran and ran and went back, finding her coat. She grabbed the oversized clothing, throwing it over her body and going to take the string from her pocket and tie her hair back into its braid, sitting under a tree, eye wide.

This was the moment when she remembered she was missing her wooden eye, gripping the nearby tree. "...oh..." She mumbled, running a palm over it.

Ice

Cinda meanwhile was more concerned with getting away from the undead then the girl. And of course avoiding the guards. As she moved out of the graveyard she looked for a high place to hide. There was no way that the undead could climb. Atleast not the zombies that she raised. So she soon found a small building to climb. Though she didn't know that was close to the odd girl that she had been around before.

CyclicalCycal

Cara tilted her head, the tree slowly morphing and twisting. It acted like some form of sludge, now, and she slowly pulled out a small chunk of it. She began to roll this one into a tiny, perfectly spherical, orb, looking extremely focused. As she did so, a verdant, emerald green flowed from her hands into the object, slowly slumping down to sit underneath the tree.

Ice

Cinda blinked when she glanced over to a nearby tree. She noted that someone was using magic. That made her blink. She had noticed who was using the magic. It was that strange little girl. That was very odd to her. She didn't know someone so young could use such magic. It was interesting to her to say the least.

She was then distracted as she heard the guards yelling they wanted to find the one who did this. She ducked down as low as she could. She really didn't want to be punished now.

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Cara payed no mind to Cinda, slowly going to take the spherical orb and slot it into her eye. She wheezed, for a moment, glancing about the area as she dispelled the magic, the eye, the tree, and everything around her returning to normal. For a time, she simply sat there, unaware of anything else, before going to rise to her feet and stretch.

Ice

As cinda hid she saw the guards coming to where the little girl was. She was still as she watched what happened next.

The guards who were looking for who made this mess blinked as they saw the little girl. They didn't know why she was out here. So they decided to ask as they approach her. " What are you doing out kid?" Asked one of them now.

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The child rubbed her good eye, frowning as she stared up at them.

She felt a horrible paranoia as she saw them. "...stuff. Go away." She replied, bluntly. She reached to the tree she sat in front of, carefully, neurotically, running her hands along it.

Ice

The guards looked at each other then frowned. Maybe this kid was hiding something. They looked at her and kid of glared. " look kid we are looking for the one who made this mess. And we think you know who did it. So you either talk or we take you in ." He growled at her now. He did not like rude little kids at all.

CyclicalCycal

Cara scowled, clenching her fists. The new false eye of her's shifted and moved. It was alive. The child had a look of utter disdain about her. "L-leave me be!" As she said this, the tree above her loomed, hungrily.

Ice

The guards who were talking to the girl only frowned. They were not going to let some kid disrespect them. " You are coming with us kid." One growled. They would then try to make her come with them. By trying to grab her.

Meanwhile cinda was just watching the scene unfold. That's when she noted that the undead were moving to where the guards and the girl was. Well maybe this would get more interesting. Though she wondered why the kid did not tell on her. Most would have. It was strange to say the least.

CyclicalCycal

Cara threw her hands up, the roots of the tree bursting from the ground and curlin up like snakes ready to strike. "Get away!" She yelled out, as her arm was grabbed. She'd lurch her free hand towards the guard, the roots moving to grasp and bind him, with unnatural strength.

Then they would begin to squeeze.

Ice

The guards gave a surprise gasp as the girl made roots come up from the ground. That was a surprise to them. Then the guard who was bound by the roots started to struggle. The other one attempted to free his friend by chopping at the roots with his sword.

All the while cinda kept watching the scene before her. It was very interesting to say the least.

CyclicalCycal

The guard easily sliced free his friend, Cara staggering back and pointing at the guards. The branches around them descended downwards, going to begin thinning themselves into sharp, deadly, and vicious points. "GET AWAY, OR ELSE!" The child demanded.

Ice

The guards gave focused glances to each other. This girl was not only evil but she had other strange powers. At least they now though that she had unleashed the undead. " Okay we'll leave kid but at least tell the zombies to go. They are hurting some innocent people and kids. " Said the second guard. They then turned to hurry away from the odd girl.

CyclicalCycal

"But they're not mine..." she mumbled, as they walked away. Cara slumped down into her seat, letting out a wheeze and going to rub her good eye as she fell down. The foliage around her began to return to normal, as she rubbed at her eye wearily.

Ice

Cinda watched the guards as they took their leave. She was happy that they seemed to blame someone else for what had happened.. now all she had to do was get the heck out of here. So with that she moved to climb off of the building. Of course she slipped off and made a huge crash as she fell on several berralls . Well that probably got the whole world's attion right then. So much for being quite.

CyclicalCycal

Cara's ears flicked, and she looked upwards, glancing about rapidly. The flora around her moved, too, as she did so. She was still connected with it, rising from her feet, going to stalk towards the sound. As she moved, roots pushed themselves out of the ground, before dipping themselves back in, repeating this process over and over.

Ice

Cinda was a bit too distracted with trying to get up to sorry about the girl right now. As she sat up she gave a groan of pain. She did hurt her shoulder some. However she knew that she had to get away from here. After all the undead might be attracted to all of that noise. So slowly she tried to get to her feet to leave.

CyclicalCycal

Cara could not loom. She was far too small to loom. Yet, it seemed as if she was. Perhaps it was the roots, curling themselves like tentacles behind her. Perhaps it was the hate in her working eye, and the emptiness of the orb. "Father told me about people like you." She explained, continuing to pad towards Cinda. Perhaps, it was a foolish idea for Cinda to draw attention to herself.

Perhaps, it was more foolish for Cara to attack.

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