End of the line [closed]

[knifewithnoname]

WHO | Pruna and Hyperion
WHAT | Pruna's luck finally runs out
WHERE | Frontierland
WHEN | Just after the feast
WARNINGS/NOTES | Death of a small child, also descriptions of bad injuries involving the food and ankle. Will add more if necessary

Pruna fled, crawling out of the clearing where the tree was, ignoring the shouts behind her. She dragged her leg, ever movement sending jolts of pain through her, her foot was sticking out at the wrong angle, blood and dirt covering the skin which was rapidly bruising.

Her breath was ragged, and she breathed deeply, seeking the emptiness and finding refuse there. She couldn't hold it for long, it still slipped a lot, but it was enough for her to keep moving, get away from people. She needed to find somewhere to hide, to deal with her ankle.

She was so worried about what might be coming after her from the feast, that she didn't notice what was infront of her until it was too late.

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Hyperion did not attend the feast, but he didn't stray too far from it, either, waiting around with one hand tucked in his pocket, curious but patient. The sounds of the little girl struggling to get away came not too soon afterwards, but they were enough to catch his attention, make him follow with his eyes, then his steps.

The sight was pitiful. He'd seen this girl before, even spoken to her. She had a strange way with words, unsophisticated, broken. He suspected that was a reflection of her entire being - and he remembered her claim that she'd kill many people before their first encounter, knife in her hand, threatening to make him next if he didn't move.

Look at her now.

Hyperion made no move to help, but he showed no signs of danger, either. Not yet, at least. The spear in his hand was still, the knife he kept was hidden. Instead it was curiosity that colored his words, head shifting slowly to take a better look without moving too close.

"What happened?"