:: that {a w f u l} sound ::

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"Maybe you're all growing a bit senile in your ages," Olin sneered, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I suppose we can just ask her when she gets her then," The King muses," Besides.. We can't have a bastard child to the Baratheons especially when they are enemies..."

The old knight stiffens in grunts," my King... We can't kill an unborn child.. We'd kill the Baratheon.."

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The sound of metal screeched through the room as Olin drew his sword, "No one is touching her," he spat, his voice laced with venom, "Or I will run my sword through them with no hesitation." He stared his father down, violet eyes deadly serious, sword pointed directly at him.

[CrimsonMoon]

The King leans foreward, a malicious but insane glitter in his eyes," Oh really? You'd draw your sword against your own father?" He chuckles and muses," How about we make a deal instead my poor, loving son..."

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"Your deals are not reasonable," Olin growled, his hand tight around the hilt of his sword. No matter the circumstance, it was still hard to point his sword at his own father. He could hate him, he could despise him, but could he kill him?

[CrimsonMoon]

Ignoring his last words, his father continued," If you go out, track this girl and bring her back... We'll yake care of her until the child is born. But if you choose to flee..." He pauses and growls," I will not HESITATE to send legions after you then slaughter the wench AND her pup..." He folds his hands fold in his lap," Sound reasonable? I think it is fair.."

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"I don't want to force Indigo to live here," Olin growled, sneering, "She doesn't belong here and I don't want her around you."

[CrimsonMoon]

" The question isnt whether she wants to live her or not... But whether you want her to live or not," The king points out coldly

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"I wouldn't let you hurt her," Olin yelled, his ears turning red with anger, "You or anyone else!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then bring her back and you won't have to run the risk of her getting hurt out there," the King snaps

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He lowered his sword, "I go alone," Olin told him sharply, "No one else."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Very well, You will leave now and you will not come back unless you have her with you... Understand?" He growls

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"Yes, father," he said icily, sheathing his sword and turning around. Damn all these people, damn his father.

[CrimsonMoon]

Time skip?)

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(When to?)

[CrimsonMoon]

Olin going back to the forest to find her? XP)

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Hatchet thundered through the forest with Olin on his back. His hands were tight on the reins, guiding the large stallion. He had to find Indigo, had to speak with her.

[CrimsonMoon]

Near the stream where they last had met, there were only the traces of earlier, though one of the trees had a tiny knick tha looked like it was made by a knife poiting east

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Olin spotted the figurine and narrowed his violet eyes. He snapped the reins and Hatchet raced through the trees, heading eastward.

[CrimsonMoon]

More small cuts lead him deeper into the forest on a deer trail until it opened up to a tiny farm with a tiny garden..