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Neci grumbled to herself, stomping out of town and into the surrounding forest. The trees were still dying, seeing as the fairy-thing – Jasmine, was it? – hadn’t been able to do her flower-healing-thing. She had been a strange thing. So jittery and everything. Neci couldn’t say she wasn’t entirely glad the creature was gone.

It would have been nice to see the flowers bloom, though. Chase would have liked to see it. Plus, the forest was so dark and creepy now . . . not a very good place to go walking by yourself. Neci’s anger-fueled stomping slowed down as she continued on her path. She knew that she should most likely turn around (or just do anything but go forwards), but she was too stubborn to turn around. Absentmindedly dragging her claws through the thick fur around her neck, she carried onwards, occasionally throwing quick glances to the forest on either side of her.

It was refreshing, almost. To feel something other than pain and anger. The mild fear she got from walking in the forest seemed to clear her head in an odd sort of head. But not completely. Her pain was still a thundercloud in the back of her mind, edging her on. A storm waiting to break.

Neci shivered lightly, her paws finally slowing more until she came to a stop. This was not ideal. Glancing behind her, she suddenly caught herself wishing that she had followed Zenda, and taken on a Mission. A scowl crossed her face, and she sighed angrily to herself. Something always had to go wrong. Something that was always her fault.

A rustle from one of the trees made Neci’s eyes snap up, breaking her chain of thought. The fur on her back bristled, and her gaze darted around the treetops as she searched for the source of the noise. It could be anything. What if it was one of that Slasher dude’s leftover minions? What if it was that yellow-eyed Zoroark?! Or what if it was one of HIS followers, finally come to get her . . .

The last thought made her blanche. No. He couldn’t have found her here. Not after Chase had tried so hard to make their tracts untraceable . . .

NECI YOU GOT A STALKERRRR

I'm not going to get these done in time

I haven't even finished the story yet

._.

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Neci grumbled to herself, stomping out of town and into the surrounding forest. The trees were still dying, seeing as the fairy-thing – Jasmine, was it? – hadn’t been able to do her flower-healing-thing. She had been a strange thing. So jittery and everything. Neci couldn’t say she wasn’t entirely glad the creature was gone.

It would have been nice to see the flowers bloom, though. Chase would have liked to see it. Plus, the forest was so dark and creepy now . . . not a very good place to go walking by yourself. Neci’s anger-fueled stomping slowed down as she continued on her path. She knew that she should most likely turn around (or just do anything but go forwards), but she was too stubborn to turn around. Absentmindedly dragging her claws through the thick fur around her neck, she carried onwards, occasionally throwing quick glances to the forest on either side of her.

It was refreshing, almost. To feel something other than pain and anger. The mild fear she got from walking in the forest seemed to clear her head in an odd sort of head. But not completely. Her pain was still a thundercloud in the back of her mind, edging her on. A storm waiting to break.

Neci shivered lightly, her paws finally slowing more until she came to a stop. This was not ideal. Glancing behind her, she suddenly caught herself wishing that she had followed Zenda, and taken on a Mission. A scowl crossed her face, and she sighed angrily to herself. Something always had to go wrong. Something that was always her fault.

A rustle from one of the trees made Neci’s eyes snap up, breaking her chain of thought. The fur on her back bristled, and her gaze darted around the treetops as she searched for the source of the noise. It could be anything. What if it was one of that Slasher dude’s leftover minions? What if it was that yellow-eyed Zoroark?! Or what if it was one of HIS followers, finally come to get her . . .

The last thought made her blanche. No. He couldn’t have found her here. Not after Chase had tried so hard to make their tracts untraceable . . .

NECI YOU GOT A STALKERRRR

I'm not going to get these done in time

I haven't even finished the story yet

._.

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