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[Isil Narmolanya]

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***This isn't Isil in this IC post***
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If you die in the dead of night, and noone is around, does your scream make any sound?



He watched her. She was maybe fifteen. Slowly she walked through the woods, eyeing the beauty around her. She came to a stream, and sat down, her feet dangling in the cool water.

Such beauty... it's too bad I have to destroy it...

The snapping of a few twigs made her quickly look behind her; Nothing there. She slowly turned back to the stream, probably telling herself that there was nothing there.

Stop being ignorant you silly girl...

He slowly reached for an arrow, still watching the girl. Slowly he drew back his bow, taking careful aim to not hit the girl in the wrong spot. Then... he released.

Bingo

The arrow lands right in the girls thigh, as to prevent her from fleeing. She shrieks out in pain, but, who even knows she's out in here in the first place? Looking around, she sees the shadowy figure moving slowly towards her. Getting up, she tries to run, but the pain is unbearable, clouding her site. She trips over a root, and slowly looks behind her.

You're more beautiful up-close...

Her expression was one of extreme terror, as she lay there helpless.

Now now, the pain will be over quickly...

With that comment, he removed his mempo, kneeled down next to her, and slowly brushed her hair away from her neck.

It'll all be over soon my dear...

Slowly, he made his way towards the young girls neck...