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It turns as she does, keeping its eyes on her. The Hare may once have been prey, but it knows, now, how to fight.

Footsteps ricochet behind it, and through the trees Ren's face turns just in time to catch her lunging, teeth bared in a wide grin, at the wolf.

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Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

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The Hare snarls, rabbit ears flattened back like a predator's. Its red eyes are near-indistinguishable from its blood-soaked muzzle as it grins, giddy and hateful. A child lies dead beneath one monstrous paw.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

The trail the dogs left in the underbrush is littered with corpses. One teenager whines and whimpers as she struggles in a bear trap. Another stumbles, clutching his head, through the trees. A shout through the trees tells Lae that the rest of them have caught up.

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

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The Hare dashes through the underbrush and is giddy with it, the blood-pounding-footprints-shaking-adrenaline rush of it all. It turns a corner, leaps--

A crash, and one of the pack lies broken and twisted in the ravine below. The others snarl from the other side, and the Hare grins.

It darts away into the forest again, and they give chase.

@i-just-really-like-lions

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

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Elaine waltzes up to center stage, white hair illuminated by the flashes of light. The Hare is incandescent, innocent, beautiful in the way that a sculpture is beautiful before it is smashed. Beautiful in a way that begs to be destroyed.

She steps forward and taps one of the frozen counselors on the nose with a wink.

Then she turns and runs.

The pack launches into action after her, snapping and snarling, as she darts into the forest. The only two who remain are the ones who look the oldest, the most experienced.

@i-just-really-like-lions

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

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The Hare watches as the counselors emerge like bugs from the woodwork. She'll wait until Laertes' signal, of course, but only until then. Blood will be spilt today, and the Hare will revel in it.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

Laertes nods sharply, snapping off to the left, to the place he can feel heaviest with the scent of fear and power. The center of the camp is this way, she can sense it. Fae trusts Elaine and Pakhet to follow.

@laertesthelocalstranger

She does, the carefree whimsy that had tailed her every movement shifting into something more focused. The hunt is beginning, and she will meet it with a grin.

@i-just-really-like-lions

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"You blow something up, I'll lead the rest away." A fleeing rabbit isn't something most predators can pass up. Besides, she's more confident in being pursued than in doing the pursuing, and everyone needs to be at their best here. "And you two take on the ringleaders."

She doesn't intend to end this without blood, child or otherwise. Unlike the quilt, she doesn't have a self to lose.

Ren can't stand being useless. Left behind. But it's not their place to fight faer, not on this. They'll sit back and enjoy their shitty ripoff of the Babysitter's Club, if that's what she wants.

Rosalind sat in the car, Ellery in her lap. Her arms wrapped protectively around its waist, a mix of anxiety and worry and hatred. She never wanted to go back here, and now she had to go to keep her son alive? This is the worst case scenario.

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Ren walks next to Laertes, first aid kit clipped to their belt and spine straight. There's no chance of all of them making it out of this unscathed, and that knowledge is a sinking weight in their stomach. These aren't soldiers. They're just kids.

But that's why they're here-- not for Vic, but because Ellery had asked. Because they have a promise to keep. No one is dying today.

Elaine, in contrast to the serious demeanors the others carry, is nearly skipping along. The closer they get to that place, the more the blood rushing through her veins seems to reach for it. The Hare is rearing for a chase.

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Rosalind sat in the car, Ellery in her lap. Her arms wrapped protectively around its waist, a mix of anxiety and worry and hatred. She never wanted to go back here, and now she had to go to keep her son alive? This is the worst case scenario.

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Ren, not seeming particularly fazed, unbuckles their seatbelt and climbs out. They greet Laertes with a quick squeeze to her hand as they look her over for any fresh injuries. Once satisfied, they step back. "Thank you for the ride."

Elaine waits for Pakhet to untangle herself from where she's attached, much in the manner that a feral cat would be, to her arm. The Hare stretches its legs as it clambers out. This place reeks of blood.

Rosalind sat in the car, Ellery in her lap. Her arms wrapped protectively around its waist, a mix of anxiety and worry and hatred. She never wanted to go back here, and now she had to go to keep her son alive? This is the worst case scenario.

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Elaine has quicker eyes than Ren and shouts in warning from the backseat, causing them to slam on the brakes. The car screeches to a halt right before Laertes. There is a thud and the sound of a disgruntled mechanic from the back.

Once Ren's got their breathing under control, they roll down the window. "Please don't jump in front of cars."

@child-of-the-vast

Rosalind sat in the car, Ellery in her lap. Her arms wrapped protectively around its waist, a mix of anxiety and worry and hatred. She never wanted to go back here, and now she had to go to keep her son alive? This is the worst case scenario.

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

Of course! Can't let a fellow bookkeeper's assistant down. 'Sides, someone has to be there who isn't afraid to rip out a few throats, eh?

Hey bestie! :3c Noticed you're not at work today, is everything ok?

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busy looking for vic. he… he ran away again.

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I know, kiddo. Are your guardians going too?

Hey bestie! :3c Noticed you're not at work today, is everything ok?

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busy looking for vic. he… he ran away again.

[the-inkwell-bookstore]

Oh. Shit. Do you think he might have, y'know...

Hey bestie! :3c Noticed you're not at work today, is everything ok?

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busy looking for vic. he… he ran away again.

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*yeets a golden apple plush at you and runs away*

(PS: I have a blog for this)

Ooh, we can put this in the break room! Thanks, friend :3

What she said.

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Ah, man, I've never been great at that stuff either. But you're smart in the ways that matter, y'know?

Hey there, kiddo! How have you been holdin' up?

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Hi! I’m doing okay! Kinda boredddddd. Got kicked out of school, sooooo I’m looking for a new one!

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Aww, why's that?

Hey there, kiddo! How have you been holdin' up?

@the-inkwell-bookstore

Hi! I’m doing okay! Kinda boredddddd. Got kicked out of school, sooooo I’m looking for a new one!