[I'm so sorry that I didn't reply sooner. Lots of things have been happening, and I really haven't had any time.]
WYLLIAM STRIGINE
||..THE OWL..||
||..THE OWL..||
Wylliam woke up to what felt like a drumming in his head, and a heavy groan escaped him as he began to gingerly push himself up with his arms. He reached one hand up, placing the palm against his temple as he groaned. His entire head felt tender to the touch, and when he finally was able to open his eyes, the pain grew only worse. He was in an unfamiliar landscape, short and tall grasses swaying lightly, with very skinny trees surrounding him in a somewhat oval shape. He quickly took note of the others around him, sending him further into reeling confusion, and he continued to blink. However, upon spotting Scarlett, he grew worried. While she seemed to be standing, and therefore alright. he did not recognize the other two who currently spoke with her. He rushed to stand but was only accompanied by a wave of dizziness.
"Scarlett," he groaned, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Wylliam tumbled over to the trio, still cradling his head within one hand. He was never one to stand up too well to pain, and this certainly was hurting him. He licked his dry lips, finally moving to stand next to her. He glanced at her face, then to the other two. He closed his eyes and took a step back, groaning once more. He didn't understand why he, or anyone else, was here. There was no civilization that he could see, and it made him feel almost lonely. While he had the company of his close friend, Scarlett, it didn't do much for him. This open space made him feel unusually small, and he did not favor such a feeling.
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ROSEMARY DARTON
||.. THE DEER ..||
||.. THE DEER ..||
Rosemary lay curled on her side, lips slightly parted. Despite was had occurred earlier, she seemed unusually peaceful in her unconscious state. However, this would all soon change as she began to stir. She gave a small moan and rolled onto her back, eyes squeezing tighter shut. She moved to sit up, but when an usual sting came from the back of her head, she slowly eased herself back down. Her eyes slowly opened, meeting blue sky. It took her a few moments, but she was soon attempting to scramble to her feet. She was easily frightened, and waking up beneath a blue sky with a field of grass around you was not something to be favored. It was almost dream-like, at first, but it quickly turned nightmarish as she recognized many others around her age.
She began to frantically search around, eyes wide with fright. She did not recognize anyone here from where she could see, and she was unsure if they were helpful or not. She stood with her knees slightly bent and arms somewhat spread. Her eyes flicked around nervously, until they landed on a familiar figure. "... Hunter," she lightly called, voice just above a whisper. The boy was a good friend, and he certainly didn't seemed to be worried in the same way that she was.




