Hach's 100 Scene Challenge

[demonimpala67]

You can find this challenge here: viewtopic.php?f=57&t=2634921

I will link the prompts to their stories when I finish them.

“Little by little, day by day, okay?”
“Get. Off. Right now.” "Down, into the silence..."
“... That’s it.”
“So, uh, we should… probably run now.”
“You’re insane! I love it.”
“Hey, I offered to help you.”
“Who’s laughing now?”
“Would you please just be quiet?”
“Whoa, buttercup, whoa.”
"I can’t believe you talked me into this."
“Marry me?”
“Hey! I was gonna drink that!”
“You did all of this for me?”
“This isn’t over.”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Well, this is awkward.”
“It was you who was standing there.”
“That is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“Uh, she’s gunna punch you, man.”
“BAHAHAHA- ahem.”
“I think I am concussed.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“This ain’t that kind of movie.”
“Is it… dead?”
“I’ll just sit here and wait for you to be finished.”
“You wound me.”
“Trust you? PAH.”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“It’s okay. I promise. I’m here.”
“Oh, this is going to be good.”
“Well, I finally got your attention.”
“Like a hole in the head.”
“I'm... okay.”
“Well, are you coming?”
“Where are your pants!?”
“Help me push it.”
“It’s almost midnight, no way!”
“Positively smashing.”
“Don’t let go, okay?”
“You can’t leave me like this.”
“Say that to my mother.”
“Sing me a lullaby, please?”
“This hurts worse than I thought it would.”
“Hah! - oh, wait, you’re serious?”
“As much as I’d enjoy that…”
-gasp- “The plague!” “No!” “YES.”
“I won’t let you do this.”
“I’ve still got it.”
“I can’t do it. I just can’t.”
"Don’t you ever do that again!"
"Teach me?"
"Don’t you dare throw that snowball-"
"It could be worse."
"We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"
"I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice."
"What are you so afraid of?”
“How did you get that scar?”
“You said WHAT?”
“Can you stop bringing that up?”
“Wait for me!”
“We’ll be dead by morning.”
“STOP TALKING.”
“I do.”
“I don’t want to.”
“What did I ever do to you?!”
“Follow me.”
-SIGH- “I can’t reach it.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“WAIT NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-”
“I don’t need you.”
“You deserve better.”
“If you love something, let it go.”
“Why do I have to wear this?”
“Here goes nothing.”
“Where the heck were you?!”
“I don’t need help.”
“We’re gonna be parents…”
“I didn’t think you knew.”
“I thought those were poisonous.”
“Don’t make me go alone.”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”
“I’d be lost without you.”
“Just leave me!”
“I dare you to…”
“Run!”
“How did you manage that?”
“Liar!”
“I don’t even want to be here.”
“Oh crap, we fell asleep!”
“Is this the life you wanted?”
“GIVE ME THAT.”
“Get back here!”
“Let go of me!”
“I’ll just follow you.”
“YOU DON’T SAY.”
“And yet, you love me anyway.”
“I just thought I’d have a swim.”
“Don’t cry.”
“I thought I lost you.”

[demonimpala67]

Prompt One
Supernatural Fanfiction

Status:
COMPLETE

A little boy sat in the backseat of the black '67 Chevy Impala, next to his baby brother. He watched as the scenery outside flew by. It was just another day. A long drive, typically about nine hours or so. They would stop soon. They were just outside of the town his Dad wanted to get to. He didn't know what it was this time, but some kind of monster would be dead within the next couple of weeks. His dad was on it's tail. Then he would come back to pick up the boys from the hotel he leaves them at, and they will go on their way to the next case.

Dean was ten. Sam was six. Their father, John, left the job of taking care of little Sammy to his older brother, for days on end. Dean didn't mind, really. He missed his mom, though. He wished she was still here to help. He would get bored sometimes, but Dad told him that he had to watch out for his little brother, so he did. He knew to never question John.

He looked at the army man that was jammed in the ashtray on the door of the car. It was stuck. He had tried for hours to get it out, but it wouldn't budge. He wished he could play with it, but there wasn't much that he could do.

He looked up, just in time to see the run-down motel they were going to be staying in. He sighed softly as John pulled into a parking lot, and all three boys hopped out of the car, finally stretching their legs after hours of travel. They all walked up to the front desk, ringing the bell. A guy in his early twenties came around the corner, and spoke briefly with John about room arrangements. Dean continued to just look around. They were in Greeley, Colorado. He had noticed the welcome sign when they drove past the city limits. He wondered what his father could be chasing this time.

"Here you go sir. Have a good day."

"C'mon boys."

John led the two kids to room 221, setting his stuff down on the bed, placing his journal on the very top. He turned to Dean, and looked him in the eye sternly. "Lock the doors. Close the shades. And most importantly..."

"Watch out for Sammy." Dean finished, "I know." It had become a kind of tradition between the two. Every time John left, he would tell Dean those exact words. Every time.

John simply nodded to Dean, and walked out of the room. Shortly after that, there was the sound of the Impala's engine as he drove out of the parking lot.

Dean sighed, and dug through one of the bags on the bed, pulling out two granola bars and unwrapping them. "Sammy." He called, to get his brother's attention. He tossed one of the bars to him.

"Thanks." Sammy muttered. He bit into the bar. "Dean... Why do we keep moving around? Why don't we have a house, like the other kids?" He asked.

"Because Dad has a job to do." Dean told him.

"For how long?"

"I don't know. I guess we just have to take it little by little, day by day, okay?" Dean looked over at his little brother in time to see him nod. "Now eat your food." He told him, taking a bite from his own bar.

He walked around, looking around the slightly dirty hotel room. There were stains on the ceiling, and dust bunnies under the bed. The mirror in the bathroom was slightly cracked, and the hot water in the shower didn't work. Typical room, then. He walked back over to where his brother was, and sat next to him on the bed.

"We will only be here a couple weeks, at the very most. Probably just a few days. Then we can move on again." He told his little brother. He glanced at the backpacks on the bed. "Come on. It's late. Time to go to sleep. Dad will have us enrolled in school in a couple days." He said. "We need to be able to wake up early enough to walk there."

Sammy nodded, and laid down on the bed. Dean tucked him in, and went to the other bed, flopping down, where he laid awake for most of the night, before finally falling asleep.

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Prompt Two
Changed this one, because I had no inspiration for the original.

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Anna stared at the new house, glaring at it. She was going to hate it here. It was an old house, in the middle of the country. Her dad had thought that it would be a good place to get a fresh start after her mom died.

She opened the door of the car and stepped out, grabbing her backpack, which had a few of her things in it. The rest was already inside. She trudged her way up the path to the house, spotting an old little shed tucked behind the house. It seemed interesting.

She pulled keys out of her pocket, and looked at them. She had no idea what they all did. The guy that owned the house previously had given them to her dad, and her dad had given them to her, daring her to figure out where they all went.

It took awhile to find the right key, but soon she unlocked the front door. She walked into the house, looking around, and set her bag on the kitchen counter. She would find her room later. She was more interested in the little shed, for some reason. She just felt drawn to it.

She walked out the back door, and walked to the small building. She walked around it once first. It looked really old, with chipped white paint and rotten shingles. Her dad would probably just want to tear it down.

Eyeing the double doors, she noticed that there was a heavy chain wrapped around the handles. She spent a few minutes taking it off, and set it aside, before pulling it open. She found a light switch on the side of the wall, and gasped.

The dim light provided by the single bulb revealed a wooden staircase that led underground, where the light didn't reach. She wondered what could possibly be down there.

For a second, she could have sworn that she saw something, but it dissappeared before she could make any sense of it.

There was no way she was walking down those stairs without any light, so she turned around and walked back out the door again, closing it.

She ran back in the house, and then to the front yard, finding her dad on the porch, smoking.

"Do you know where a flashlight is?" She asked him.

"Sorry, honey. Everything's all packed up. It would take me awhile to find one."

"Oh... Do you have any kind of light for me to use?"

"I have my lighter..."

Anna thought for a moment. That wouldn't really be the best source of light... But it was better than nothing.

"Ok, thanks!"

She took the small lighter he offered her, and she walked back to the shed again, opening the door. The lightbulb on the ceiling flickered a bit. She hoped it wouldn't go out on her.

After a few tries, she lit the lighter and tested the first stair. It creaked, but otherwise seemed fine. She tried the next one, and got the same result. A few more cautious steps down, and she squinted, trying to tell how far down these stairs went. She couldn't see the bottom. The lighter wasn't nearly as good as a flashlight.

She tested the next stair. Crack. Before she put all her weight on it, it had broken, falling down and landing on the surface below with a solid thud. She looked down, but it had dissappeared in the dark. She tried the next stair, grateful that that one held. The rest of the walk down the stairs was without incident.

Stepping on the dirt floor, she held the lighter out in front of her. The wall next to her was made of brick. The dirt was loosely packed, and showed lots of footprints. Someone spent a lot of time down here at one time.

She could barely see a few feet in front of her, but of what she could see, the space was large, almost like a small house. She stepped forward, keeping close to the wall, and looking around.

It was dead silent down here. The silence was almost heavy. There weren't even any crickets, or any bugs at all, she noticed as she looked around. It made her kind of uneasy.

She stopped abruptly when her hand hit something. She brought the lighter closer, and gasped softly. Thick chains were bolted to the walk, thicker than what had been on the door. She touched the chain, and tugged on it, but she instantly regretting that decision. The space, which had previously been without a single breeze, was immediately filled with a loud flapping noise, and fine dirt from the floor billowed everywhere. Her lighter blew out, and it was instantly pitch black. Anna screamed, the dirt getting in her mouth, nose, and eyes. She covered her face with her arms, sliding down the wall and pulling her knees to her chest.

After a second of screaming, the flapping stopped. The dirt slowly settled, and Anna blinked her eyes, trying to get the dirt out. Tears streamed out, and she wiped them away. Soon her eyes were clear again. She spat out the dirt in her mouth and groped around for the lighter.

She grabbed it and quickly lit it again, looking around in the dim light. What had that been? She slowly stood and looked at the chain again. Had she disturbed some birds? No. What kind of bird would be so deep underground? Bats? Oh god, she hoped not. She looked at the chain again. Only one way to find out, she supposed.

Following the chain, Anna walked forward tentatively. She looked straight out in front of her, almost seeing something, but not quite. She didn't notice that the thick chain was curved, and was in her path. She tripped over it, falling down and dropping the lighter, which disappeared.

It was suddenly dark again, and the lighter was nowhere to be found. The chain moved, the soft hiss of the metal filling the silence. She wimpered, looking around, even though she couldn't see anything.

Whatever it was was close now. She screamed when something soft lightly brushed her arm. It retreated quickly, and she calmed down slowly. It returned again, touching her arm ever so lightly. She shied away, but then tentatively reached out and touched it. It was feathered. She ran her hand along it. One giant wing. The feathers themselves must have been about a foot long, atleast. "Wow..." The word escaped her mouth. She was in awe.

The wing slowly slid from her grasp. She drew in a nervous breath as the chains hissed again. A hand lightly touched her shoulder. She squeaked in surprise.

"Hush, child." The voice was male. It was quiet, and gentle, but had a bit of a rasp, as if he had never spoken for a long time.

She looked around, trying to see. The hand too hers, pulling her up gently. Two enormous wings wrapped around her, and strong arms pulled her to a well-muscled chest. Normally, Anna would be scared, but this calmed her. She felt safe.

She realized what it was that she had found. Here was an angel... She lightly touched his chest, and then around toward his back, where she met the soft feathers. She ran her hand through them, barely able to believe it.

She then moved her hand to his shoulders. He had a thin, but strong frame. With surprise, her hand brushed against metal. There was a collar around his neck.

From what she could tell, it was the same kind of metal as the chain, which was attached to it. Symbols were carved into it, with a lock hanging from it.

The angel was silent, allowing her to become comfortable with his prescence, completely still. Once it was clear that her shakey legs would support her, he let her go, but his wings still brushed up against her. He wouldn't leave her alone in the dark.

She touched the lock again. It needed a key. Getting an idea, she pulled her keys out of her pocket, and tried a few. None worked. She frowned, and felt the keys with her fingers, finding the oldest, largest one, and trying that.

A soft click announced that it was now unlocked. The angel gasped softly, and his wings flapped a bit, stirring the air, before returning to her sides.

Taking a deep breath, the Anna took the lock off the collar. The collar fell to the floor with a heavy thump, and the chains rattled one last time. She could feel the angel stand taller now, freed of the weight around his neck. He took her hand in his, bending down to pick something up, and began to lead her somewhere.

She followed tentatively, until he stopped her, and pulled her close to him again. His wings started the flap, and she squeaked when her feet left the ground. They went straight up, and she could see a light up above.

They flew out of the shaft at the top of the hill, in the small bunch of trees next to her house. She looked at his face for the first time. He had sandy colored hair, soft green eyes, and a thin face. She smiled a bit, seeing the joy on his face. He must have been alone in the dark for a long time.

She didn't notice they were landing until her feet touched the ground. They were next to the shed, where this had all began.

He pressed something into her hand. She looked down and saw her dad's lighter. "Thank you." She looked up at him.

The angel bowed to her, spreading his beautiful white wings out at his side, and gave her one last smile before taking off again, dissappearing into the clouds.

A single feather from his wings drifted down lazily. Anna caught it in her hands, staring at it, and looked back up at the sky again. She couldn't see him anymore, but she was sure that he was still out there, watching over her.

She glanced at the lighter, and then at the feather, before walking inside the house. She grabbed her bag off the counter, and carried it up the stairs to her room. She laid the feather down on the floor infront of her, and just stared at it.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen.

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Prompt Three
Another Supernatural fanfiction.

No idea how I got from the prompt to this. It just sort of... Happened. I don't even know.

Status:
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Ben Braeden was working today. Right down, he was underneath a car, inspecting a new guy's work. He wanted to make sure that it had been done right. Once he was satisfied, he slid out from under it, and stood up, wiping his greasy hands on a cloth. "That's it. Well done, Tommy."

"Thanks man."

Ben nodded, and went to the bathroom to clean up. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He had dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He was tall, and well muscled. He dried his hands and walked out to the front desk.

"I can sit here for awhile, Sandy." He offered. He knew that she had somewhere she needed to be soon.

"Thank you!" She told him, before taking off.

Ben smiled and sat down in the chair. He had been working as a mechanic here for three years. He was twenty four now. He hoped to work here for many more years.

He sighed, and leaned back in the chair. It was quiet today. Not many customers on a Wednesday, when most people are working. His mind started to wander, as it always did when he had time to himself. When he turned eighteen, his mother, Lisa, had told him a secret. She told him his father's name.

You see, his mother was quite fond of one night stands when she was younger. It was no surprise that she had become pregnant at eighteen. DNA testing showed that his father's name was Dean Winchester. Ben often spent his time wondering what his father was doing at that time, what he looked like, and if they would ever meet. He had no memory of him, and neither did his mother, unfortunately. He had tried to track him down before, without luck.

The bell announced that somebody had come in. Ben looked up to see a tall man, over six feet. He had long hair, and was clean shaven.

"Hello." Ben greeted him politely.

The man nodded. "I have a car that needs some repairs."

Ben nodded. "Let's go have a look, then." He followed the man out the door again, and walked across the parking lot. There sat a beautiful black Chevy Impala.

Another man, this one slightly shorter, and scruffier, got out of the driver's seat. He seemed shocked to see Ben.

"Umm... So what is wrong with your car, sir?" Ben asked, confused by the man's reaction. It was kind of odd... There was nothing weird about him, after all.

"What? Oh. The transmission is broken. It needs to be replaced." He said, recovering quickly.

Ben nodded, going around to the front of the car and lifting the hood. The man clearly knew about cars. He was right. The transmission needed to be replaced. He waved at Tommy to tow the car into the garage. "We will get it fixed for you as soon as possible. Come with me, please."

The two men followed him back inside, where he sat down at the computer. "Name please?" He asked.

"Winchester." The short one said hesitantly.

Ben paused for a moment. It had to be a coincidence. He glanced up at them, noticing that the taller one had something like realization in his eyes. This was weird. He typed in the last name. "First name?"

The taller one answered this time. The short one seemed to have gone silent. "Sam and Dean."

Ben was completely still, as were the brothers. The air was tense. "Dean Winchester..." He breathed, and looked up at them. "Which one?"

"Me."

Ben stood up and walked around the desk, standing face to face with his father. He didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't believe this. After a long pause, he stuck out his hand. "I'm Ben. Lisa Braeden's son. If you remember her. I'm your son."

A small, sad smile fell on Dean face. "Of course I remember her. I always suspected that you were mine." He shook his hand.

Ben could barely contain his joy. He didn't even question that second sentence. "Let's go out to lunch." He suggested to them both.

"We would like that." Dean agreed, nodding. His father looked like he had never been happier before. He uncle was also beaming.

Ben finished typing all of the brothers' information into the computer, and called someone else to man the front desk for awhile. He led the two out to his 1970 dark red Chevelle. It was his own pride and joy.

Dean eyed the car, and nodded with approval. "You have good taste." He said, sliding into the front seat after Sam got in the back.

"So do you." Ben replied, getting in the drivers seat. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the cafe, barely able to focus on driving. His dreams had come true. He had finally met his father. And this time, he won't let him disappear.

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Prompt Four

Status:
COMPLETE

Rudy looked at his friend, Jeff, who was crouched next to him. Both boys were hiding behind a bush, covering their mouths to keep from laughing. They had just put fake barf on the hood of Mr. Sampson's fancy new car.

They both watched as the balding man walked to his car, a bag of groceries in his arms. Jeff snickered slightly. "This is going to be good." He whispered quietly.

Rudy nodded. Mr. Sampson was about to pay for failing the boy's in his Social Studies class. Sure, they were cheating, but they were still going to get revenge.

Mr. Sampson walked up to his car and screamed, dropping his groceries. "Oh! Gross! Disgusting! Eww!" Milk and an assortment of fruits were all over the ground. Mr. Sampson's face became bright red, verging on purple, and his hands were fists when he realized the puke was fake. He picked it up and threw it as far away as he could, furious. He looked down at his groceries. They were ruined now, of course. They were all over the ground, and dirty. The milk carton had broken. He growled, and headed back to the store once again.

"Phase Two." Rudy said, as soon as he was gone. He pulled several rolls of toilet paper and a couple cartons of eggs out of a bag at his side. "Operation TP and Egg." The two boys ran out from behind the bush and started to toss the toilet paper back and forth to one another, sometimes rolling it under the car, and laughing. Then, of course, the eggs were next. They particularly targeted the windows of the car. Each egg hit the car with a sharp crack, and the shell, white, and yolk flew everywhere, making a mess of the car. Some hit the toilet paper, causing it to stick to the car.

The boys ducked behind the bush again, waiting for their least-favorite teacher to come back out and see what had been done to his car this time. They watched him walk out again, and instantly started to giggle. He could see his car from there, and he was already furious.

He stormed over, and put his groceries in the passenger seat, before he turned around again. "Ok, kids! Fun time is over." He growled.

Neither boy moved now. They stayed very, very still. They hadn't exactly planned this far ahead, as Mr. Sampson started to check behind cars for the ones that had messed with his car. It was only a matter of time before he checked the bush.

"So, uh, we should... Probably run now." Jeff whispered to Rudy.

"Yeah."

They turned away from Mr. Sampson and started to run in the opposite direction, ignoring the shouting behind them. Jeff glanced back to see that he was chasing them. Man, for an old guy, Mr. Sampson could really run fast.

"This way!" Rudy pulled him around a corner. They both kept running, heading for Rudy's house. They were only a couple blocks away now. In a small town, everything always seems to be close to everything else. Mr. Sampson seemed to have stopped chasing them, too.

They ran through his backyard, and in through the back door. They went up the stairs and into Rudy's room, where they both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. "That was... Awesome." Rudy said.

Jeff laughed. "That was fun." He agreed simply. It was more fun than he had had in a long time. "He was really mad, too. Did you see how red his face had gotten?"

Rudy laughed. "I though he was going to explode." He flopped back on his bed, clutching his stomach. "We are so getting in trouble for this." He told his best friend. They were in the principal's office practically every other day. This was a regular occurrence for the two. "It was so worth it."

They did get in trouble. The next day, they had barely gotten in the door before the principal grabbed them and pulled them to her office, where Mr. Sampson was already seated it a chair.

The boys were both given a month's worth of detention, and their parents were sent a bill to pay for the damage. They were grounded by their parents as well, who were not happy to be paying for their sons' pranks. Rudy and Jeff didn't regret it for a moment.

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Prompt Five

Status:
COMPLETE

Kinra and Asteria are both Wild Mountain Equids, a species owned by horsy1050. c:

Kinra drank from a creek in a valley. She was alone, the way she liked it. She was at ease when she was alone. Much like her father, she hated to be stuck in a crowd. One or two other Equids she could tolerate, but not for very long.

That was why she felt slightly annoyed when she heard hoofbeats coming up behind her. She sighed. Go figure. She finally gets away from the herd for a few minutes, and somebody has followed her here.

"Hello," a calm, gentle voice greeted her from behind. It belonged to Asteria, a fellow herd mate of Kinra's. She was a nice mare. She always treated Kinra with a respect, and made sure that she was well taken care of. Kinra tolerated her, and even enjoyed her company on occasion, which was not common for her.

"Hello," Kinra responded, glancing at Asteria when the other mare stopped at her side. "Why have you come to me?" she asked curiously.

Asteria shrugged. "I have nothing else to do. It's been awhile since we have talked. Don't you get lonely sometimes?"

"No. I like to be alone. It's peaceful. I can just be myself, and do whatever I want. If I am around others, they always want to do other things," Kinra explained to her.

"Oh. Well... I could go, then..." Asteria looked down at her hooves. She hadn't meant to be a bother to Kinra. She had only wanted to talk.

"It's fine. You can stay. I don't really mind right now," Kinra told her. It was true, she didn't mind right now. She hoped that she wouldn't stay too long, though. She isn't a very social Equid.

"Ok," Asteria agreed. "Thanks," she added.

They were both silent, for a long time. It was calm, and the day was peaceful. Kinra actually enjoyed Asteria's company. Part of her actually wanted her to stay for a long time. This was confusing for Kinra, so she just pushed the feeling away, to the back of her mind.

Suddenly, both mares heard yelping upstream. Asteria reacted immediately, hurrying in the direction of the sound. Kinra was curious, and followed after her, moving at a fast canter.

A small brown wolf pup was clinging to a branch on a small tree, dangling over the stream. He was crying out for his mother, who was nowhere to be seen. He was shaking, and barely hanging on. If he fell, he would probably drown.

The stream was deeper here, with a bunch of slippery rocks on the bottom. Regardless of the danger, Asteria plunged right into the water, focused on saving that pup.

"You're insane!" Kinra called out to her, stopping at the edge of bank. I love it... She pushed the weird thought away. That made no sense. She watched as Asteria ran underneath the branch to save the pup.

It lost it's grip moments after Asteria got there, and dropped down onto her back, where it clung. Asteria smiled, and walked back out of the water again, careful to make sure the pup stayed on her back. He was safe now.

Kinra gently picked up the pup in her mouth, careful not to hurt him, and placed him down on the ground. "Now what will you do with him?" She asked, curious. She had no idea what to think about the little fur all.

"We have to go find his mother, if we can." Asteria said, thinking for awhile. Going to find a pack of wolves could be kind of dangerous... but she couldn't leave the little guy here all alone.


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Later that day, the mares reached the edge of wolf territory. It wasn't long until a wolf came by, and although the two were nervous, they placed the pup on the ground gently.

They quickly retreated, relieved when they realized that the wolf was far more concerned about the pup than it was about them. Asteria and Kinra seemed to have found the pup's pack. He would be safe now.

Asteria smiled, satisfied with her day's work. "We make a good team, you know," she told Kinra.

"Don't get too used to it," Kinra simply replied. It wasn't in a rude tone. She just didn't see herself sticking close to another Equid for very long, very often.

"Right..."

Kinra left her there, to find someplace else to remain in solitude for the rest of the night. She had had enough action for the day.

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