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Cecil wiped his lips and stood up on shaky legs. His entire body hurt, but he slowly made his way to the horse.

[CrimsonMoon]

The closer he got, the clearer it became it was not a horse... A familiar red and blue roan pattern decoratwd the centauress's heaving flanks. She was almost so covered in dried blood it was impossible to see just how many wounds she had received. Her Hands kept clenchig and unclenching and she kept gasping from air. She had received a rather ghastly wound to the stomach but... She struggled to stay awake, praying... Praying to all the Gods of all te races to give her the strength to stand...

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Cecil paused, leaning on his good leg as he looked at her, "You're that centaur from earlier.."

[CrimsonMoon]

Her ear twitches at the sound of a voice, weakly shivering when she feels the flies try to gather on her wounds. She felt fear... But remains quiet, not even able to lash out even pitifully.

Mars felt her eyelids growing heavier andtries to start moving again, almost a desperate and pitiful thrashing of a creature fighting death's hand away

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Cecil looked down at her. He should be angry, but he was just tired, sore. He didn't hate her, never did.

[CrimsonMoon]

She takes a deep breath," Kill me..." She manages softly... Mars felt so horrible and felt so tired... Her father was probably dead along with the rest of her friends... What was the point...?

Mars forces herself to look at him, one eye open and tiredly gazing at him. A diamond surrounded by mud and blood

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"Are you asking because you think I'll kill you anyways or is it supposed to be a sympathy kill?" Cecil asked in a hard voice.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Doesn't... Matter," She manages, trembling and tries to push herself up, fres red blood starting to flow over the mud and dried blood

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"Well, I'm not exactly in the mood to slaughter," He grunted, looking around, "I need a horse."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Don't look at me, meat bag," She hisses spitting and struggling to sit up but barely moving," I may be dying but I still have dignity.."

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"I wasn't asking you," Cecil spat, shielding his eyes as he looked around, "You barely look like you can walk anyways."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Thanks human,... I didn't notice," She hisses

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Cecil rolled his eyes, "I don't have time to deal with you. I need to find a horse. Good luck getting yourself out of here or dying," he muttered.

[CrimsonMoon]

She reaches out and grabs his arm,"... Wait," she hisses

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He jerked out of her grip, hands clenching into fists, "What?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Atleast help me sit up," She mutters and glares at him

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"Why should I? You killed my horse and tried to kill me," Cecil crossed his arms, "I don't owe you anything."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Honor," she says coldly," Remember? And i'll honor you..."

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Cecil snorted, "Right, honor. Because we're both soooo honorable."

[CrimsonMoon]

She gives him a withering look," i'll give you a ride if you help me up," she sighs angrily