Gale Fairchild | Servant of the Vast | Any Pronouns| Marked by the End and Dark |
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Happy birthday! I hope that it goes well for you! Try not to die!
Today's my birthday! I'm now 27 years old! The others are planning a surprise for me in the Library. I only know about it cause Hope is not great at lying to me, neither is Marli lol.
-Ayah Campbell, Library Assistant :)
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Cara's wolfish smile returns.
"Same courtesy is extended to you. If you ever need my help, just give me a call."
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"Alright. Do you like the name Judah?"
Gale smiles, reminded of something.
"Anyways, Judah, are you alright?"
Gale is walking hand in hand with a woman. The lady's long black hair is braided down her back, and she's dressed in a normal pair of jeans and a soft looking red sweater, but there is an obvious air of danger to her.
Gale is laughing, leaning into her as they walk. The woman leans back. The wind is softer around them as they walk through the park, despite the storm warning.
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"Hello. Do you have a name?"
Gale responds, curious now.
Gale is walking hand in hand with a woman. The lady's long black hair is braided down her back, and she's dressed in a normal pair of jeans and a soft looking red sweater, but there is an obvious air of danger to her.
Gale is laughing, leaning into her as they walk. The woman leans back. The wind is softer around them as they walk through the park, despite the storm warning.
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"No time for twisting words when you're Hunting."
She shrugs casually, as if it was a principle of life.
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"Yes, I would."
She studies the woman, ignoring Gale.
"How do you know?"
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"That's tough."
Gale shushes Carmilla, but she still talks.
"Not knowing if the person you care about is alive or not, it's not fun."
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"Is he dead?"
Gale slaps Carmilla lightly on the arm.
"You can't just ask that!" Gale hisses at Cara.
"Sorry."
The apology sounds fake, even to Carmilla herself.
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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Gale catches sight of the strange doll. He tilts her head, studying the thing.
"Hello."
Fae say it as an accusation rather than a greeting.
Gale is walking hand in hand with a woman. The lady's long black hair is braided down her back, and she's dressed in a normal pair of jeans and a soft looking red sweater, but there is an obvious air of danger to her.
Gale is laughing, leaning into her as they walk. The woman leans back. The wind is softer around them as they walk through the park, despite the storm warning.
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"You wouldn't be a horrible replacement, you'd just be different. But you're still a person. Or, well, you still have feeling."
Carmilla isn't sure of what Gale's saying, but she relaxes slightly and Gale takes their hand.
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"If one man can do that, then he should be torn to shreds and I would be happy for the meal."
Carmilla studies her. She knows the look of a trapped animal.
"Is the Wichita I know still out there? I'm incredibly confused."
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"That's- that's horrible. What, well, what exactly happened?"
Carmilla looks more wolfish than ever, teeth bared, glancing around. Gale just seems defeated, the wind around them almost in a storm.
"Gale, does it matter? We're obviously not safe or wanted here. Why do you even bother?"
"Because, dearest, she once mattered to me. And I cannot just give up if anyone needs help. I have enough money to help. I- I just feel bad."
Gale sighs. They feel horrible. If they hadn't left, if fae had been in the country, then maybe he could have helped.
"I don't care. We should leave. I don't have a great feeling about this."
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"I may not. But I cannot truly care, really, when in the End, it will all be for nothing. For as I end, so shall the universe. But, I know that I used to care about you. Or whoever you used to be."
He's backed up, and Cara is now standing in front of them, almost as if she's guarding her.
"Tell me what happened. To you. To this place. I want to know."
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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"I know you. At least, I used to. I'm Gale, remember?"
Gale looks concerned. Carmilla just looks like she's ready to attack.
"What are you?"
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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Cara grins, laughing a little.
"Good to know that it's not a bad tree."
Amelie weaves through the crowd,eyes locked on someone only they can see, desperate to catch up with them,to see if they were right.
But they never come closer,and it loses sight of them, bumping into a person in the crowd and tripping.
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The wind stops. In its place, Gale stands. He looks as if she's just crawled out of bed and is holding a glass of who knows what.
"Oh, thank the gods."
Gale is obviously baffled.
"Wichita? Is that you? Are you ok?"
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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Carmilla grins back, though it looks more like a wolf's snarl.
"Oh, so you're not afraid to show your fangs, are you?"
Something in the air shifts, like a growing storm. Cara and Wichita can hear something along the lines of a laugh, although it's hard to tell if it was human of just the breeze.
"Gale?"
Carmilla is walking through town. It's very quiet, and it's very dark. She's humming something under her breath, and it sounds like an old hunting song.
There's a snapping sound, and they quickly glance into the darkness.
"Hello?"
Someone else is singing along. Their voice is garbled and cracks in odd places and is overall quite bad. But it is a voice.
Though perhaps not a human one.
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