Fable - Ask Sticks and Stones

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She looked to the half-breed girl, then to where the beast had vanished into the woods. The cry that had gone out could only come from the beast veering back into its more human form - not that it made Varo any more safe than before.

The potential for violence in the savage woman had hardly decreased, but the intent had passed. Their enemies were dead - as was proper - and they could move on. She sniffed in a oddly delicate matter as she looked at the blood-soaked earth and the deceased with a critical eye for a survivor. There were none, so she followed after Varo for all the world as though a werewolf had not just gone the same direction.

Fearless did not even begin to cover it.

Uncertain what she would find - naked flesh or torn clothes or the rarer ability to veer one's clothes - she went to seek out the other half blood.
 
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“Ah!” She jogged after the two, cringing when her eyes caught the mangled bodies but never stopping.

Following the cry, she came upon the fallen form of Sir Varo. His face was the picture of distress, and she didn’t pay her surroundings (or the fact he didn’t really have clothes on) any mind and dropped next to him. His back rose up and down, so at least he was still breathing.

Zulryn had half the mind to just take out her medicine and start treating him, but she knew that doing so without any knowledge of his injuries would just cause further harm. Not to mention, this was not a normal being.

Almost on instinct, she looked to Miss Aeyliea for help. “What do we do?”

Varo Aeyliea
 
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