Alfred F. Jones||Hunter||In the forest||Form||Tags; Matthew
Alfred rubbed his wrist slightly where Matthew had grabbed him. He honestly didn't know why he asked the fawn not to leave. He just had a little voice that told him to run after the blond. He pondered what he should say for a few seconds. " Well ah...... I just.. Don't get to talk to people... Often " he managed to mutter. " And you seemed as if you wanted to spend time with someone like me " he added soon after,
Antonio Fernández Carriedo||Fawn||In the forest||Form||Tags; Maria
Antonio nodded as he listened to the albino. It took all his strength to focus on what she was saying and not on the surging pain that was in his arm. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she asked him about the wound. He though about the question for a moment. " Not terribly bad " he lied, not wanting her to worry. Though, it was too late for that now. " There was something strange; different even, about that hunter "
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