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One...
Breath in, breath out
Two...
Don't back down now
Three!
With a grunt, he tears the arrow out of his side, cursing loudly at the pain. Throwing the arrow away, the man holds his bleeding side, lookig at the carnage around him. All of his patrol was dead. Those /things/ had found them, and tore them apart. They managed to kill the last of them, but by then everyone was dead. He grimaces as he gets to his feet. He has to move, or more might come. Stumbling away, he limped as well as he could. He had to get back. Blowing the brown hair away from his eyes, the black brother tried his best to walk, hoping that no wildling group would find him now, even with the trail of blood he was leaving. He wouldn't stand a chance.... Though he wouldn't go down without a fight.

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Southerners were all the same. They weren't sneaky, or swift. Evidence of them was everywhere. A slim figure spied the blood on the ground and smirked. So one was still alive. On near silent feet, the figure followed the trail, the pale furs on her body keeping her camouflaged.

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Te crow kept walking, grimacing. Though he looked over through the woods, seeing a familiar black shape and smiling slightly. He stumbled over a root, gritting his teeth in pain. "I'll cut down every bloody tree I see..." He muttered to himself

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She kept close enough to see him stumble and a cruel little smirk curled her lips. Stupid crow. Couldn't even see what was in front of him. She reached into her furs and pulled out a blade as long as her forearm. The metal was sharpened by rocks- she took care of her weapons meticulously.

She crept closer, hearing the crunch of his thick boots on the snow. Her group was a little ways behind her, as usual, so she took her time in observing this crow.

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The man kept walking but then suddeny his vision started going crazy, mixing images and he stumbled. Suddenly he was seeing himself and... A wildling! It was JonJon! Whipping around, he spotted her and couldn't help but chuckle. "First escape wights, now wildlings. Today's one f those days, huh?" He mused, un sheathing his sword

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The wildling smiled- so the crow had finally realized she was there? She watched beneath her wolf-skin coat, the head of the wolf still attached and protecting her head like some kind of grotesque helmet. The wolf's canines glittered in the sunlight.

"Seems you've flown a little far from your roost, Crow," The girl spoke, amusement in her soft voice.

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He chuckled slightly, shrugging. "I'd gladly fly back, but some walkers decided to clip my wings. Guess your here to finish what they started." He mused, though it wasn't a guess. He knew they'd kill him. Great, just great.

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She chuckled as well and pulled down her furs with her free hand. Blonde hair tumbled down past her breasts and icy blue eyes regarded him curiously. Crows always fascinated her, even if most were just violent old men, "Poor little crow. The best thing to do would be to put you out of your misery, aye?" On long legs, the wildling strode closer to him, blade flashing.

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The man backed up as she strode forward, still stumbling and clutching his wound, though he gave a rueful grin. "Guess so, but I'm a bit of a coward. I'm not sure I want to die /just yet/." He confesses with a chuckle but grimaces slightly from the wound

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She tilted her head and smiled, "I'm not sure you'd be able to survive with a wound like that anyways," she informed him, "Though it's hard to tell the severity from here."

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"I've lived through worse." He said, continuously backing up and glancing off to the trees. If only....

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"I wouldn't try to escape, if I were you," She lifted her head and listened with a faint smile. She could hear her clan approaching them. They were quiet, but it was easy to pick up to her trained ears, "Others may not be so kind as I have been."

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He kept backing up and glanced at the trees again, but seeing something that made him smile slightly. "Yes, you're the bundle of mercy. However, fast as you'll kill me, I'd rather not." He says before suddenly sprinting off for the woods, despite his seemingly bad injury, clenching his teeth as he ran toward the woods and something

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The wildling smiled and took off after him, her feet crunching against the snow. Her blade was kept close to her body as she ran.

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The man kept running and running until he spotted something and laughed outright. "JonJon!" He shouted. Suddenly there was a huge black mass that hit the girl, bowling her over as a huge shadowcat sprang back to its feet and hissed at her, turning to chase after the black brother. What in the seven Hell's?!

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Not as surprised as anyone South of the Wall would be, the wildling just smirked and rolled to her feet. So this crow had a pet Shadowcat? Fancy. She whistled and a bird swooped down close to her head. She pointed in the direction the crow had retreated and it let out a cry.

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THe man kept running despite the pain and blood running down his tunic. To his credit, he didn't look back once, keeping his eyes ahead of him. JonJon soon caught up to him and they shared a look with each other for just a moment, a whole conversation seeming to take place in an instant effort they looked ahead again, the crow running with more urgency than before

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The hawk swooped down toward the crow and the Shadowcat, crying shrilly and snapping its beak at their heads.

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The crow swore and swatted at it as he started to see a clearing. he kept running but something told him to stop. And a good thing too! Out in front of him lay a cliff, one he nearly fell over as he skidded to a stop. Far below he saw a big pool of water with a small waterfall leading into it. He glared at the cat while keeping the hawk away from his eyes, and then glanced back at the approaching wildling before looking down again. "Well, I'm bound to die anyway. Meet you down there JonJon!" He said before jumping off the cliff and disappearing from the girl's view

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The wildling stopped by the edge of the cliff and peered over, her blue eyes narrowed. Crazy crow. It was a pity he couldn't /actually/ fly. It would be relatively simple to scale the wall, but it would take a while.