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Damien
His acute sense of hearing picks up a series of footsteps heading his way. Immediately, his right hand grips the hilt of his longsword and he crouches behind the bushes, peering out from the spaces between the leaves. ~ A skirt... four paws... ~ He relaxes a little ~ Just a harmless young lady, probably taking a stroll with her pet ~
Nevertheless, he continues to strain his ears, listening to the girl's melancholic voice.
"Well, Puka, it's just you and me now, isn't it? What shall we do? No one wants us... certainly not Philip's family." ~ Here, there is a heartwrenching sob ~ "Death would be far more welcome than this..." ~ The voice trails off, and the footsteps halt momentarily.
I wonder... ~ Indecision creeps into his mind ~ Tis none of my business, yet to watch a lone maiden wandering in the woods is no chivalrous act. ~ As he pauses to consider his next action, he fails to hear the footsteps creeping towards him from the back...
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