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paganbones

     Before you can laugh at him, let him explain: he’d been up in the tree for a better view. Y’know, to find the next victim person he was going to torture interrogate. Perhaps he simply underestimated how much weight that one branch could hold.

     And now, he has a broken arm. And is on the forest floor. And his gun is unreachable. He is screwed.

           There is a certain way the forest knows who not to trust,
           the tall man is apparently one of those the spirits deemed
           unworthy of their protection, watching him tumble down
           before colliding with the Earth she flinched violently.
                                    That must’ve hurt.

             Feet silent as they skimmed over fallen leaves Dakota ran
             towards him, dagger tucked snug against her thigh.
             Just in case.

                      “You are not familiar with my home are you?”