Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Izabella had wandered into France, a most beautiful country indeed. Or at least it would have remained that way had she not run into a few gross men during her travels that continued to refuse her nos as an answer. They wanted her to be with them, she refused, they found out she was a djinni and have been stalking her since. What better way for happiness then to stalk a beautiful girl that could grant them wishes? She was growing tired of all of this running. Despite her efforts to ditch them, it was never long before they caught sight of her once more. She was a prize worthy to be caught. As she ran away, three men could be seen clearly following after her. Two on the ground while the other flew in the air, as to avoid losing her in his sights if she attempted to teleport or fly away from them. Her breathing become quicker as she struggled to keep up fleeing from them. She could hear how pleased the men were as they seemed to be catching up with her with ease.
She collapsed to her knees before falling onto the ground, unable to keep running even though her life depended on it. The man flying in the air, landed on the ground before walking over to her as the other two caught up to him. Once all of them were upon her, they would quick to grab her, as to keep her from fleeing from them once more before one placed a hand over her mouth. It didn't matter that they were in the outskirts, he didn't want to risk drawing attention to them. One of the men held her wrists behind her back while his hand covered her mouth, another was to her side, tracing her side while his other hand traced her neck. The other one was on her other side, clearly lustful. She shivered, fear overwhelming her on what they planned on doing to her.
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Winter ceased its cold grasps months ago, heralding pleasant spring weather in France. Animal life buzzed around the forest where the infamous, demonic bandit, Gwen La'Varrie was currently hiding away. The forest's sanction was a pleasant embrace, allowing for the dark-haired woman to remain hidden after her recent crimes in the area. Her breathing remained soft as she crept through the forest, a black cloak wrapped around her shoulders, a plain white tunic covering her torso and a pair of loose pair of breeches covering her legs.
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Worn boots covered her feet, black and adorned with splotches of brown dust and mud. Attached to her waist, patiently waiting for her attention, was her precious calvary sabre. The subtle clicks of her scabbard as she carefully navigated through the forest filled her ears alongside the soft jingling of coins. Successfully, Gwen had managed to rob a pair of noblemen, gathering their coin and any jewelry they wore. They evident feared death immensely, hardly giving the woman a fight when she managed to smoothly dispose of their guards.
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Off the regular dirt paths, Gwen walked, navigating towards her cleverly hidden camp. Unfortunately, the far distance meant plenty of walking ahead for the young woman, then again, she was used to it. Rigorous training was accomplished to avoid being captured, the dark-haired demon remembering how her mother desired her survival. Harboured inside Gwen, was an endless determination to survive for her parents, thus she pushed forward. As she moved closer to her encampment in the forest, the sounds of a scuffle reached her ears.
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The dark-haired woman's head turned towards where the noise was coming from, lifting a brow. Softly, the demon's feet crossed the underbrush, moving smoothly through the trees. Each stealthy movement allowed Gwen to detect the noises, her red eyes analyzing the area around her. The location of these footsteps was definitely somewhere people rarely ventured, resulting in furthered confusion. Curiosity drove the bandit forward, senses alert as she drew closer to where the scuffling noise was taking place, a brief, cautious pause grasping her feet when she noticed somebody swooping down from the sky.
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Quickly, Gwen ducked down into the shadows, using her darkness manipulation to assist with hiding in the daylight hours. The gradual inch closer allowed the dark-haired woman to finally witness the situation, and what she viewed was beyond upsetting. A beautiful blonde woman being forcefully held still by a trio of filthy men. Their ragged clothes making it obvious they were no nobles; they probably smelled of alcohol and piss. The lustful manner they touched the attractive, pale-skinned girl was disgusting, especially since it was obvious she was not consenting to these actions.
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Fear was evident in her eyes, nobody was capable of maintaining composure in these types of circumstances. The demon's eyes narrowed, anger crawling onto Gwen's face as her right hand darted across her body, the left flicking up the handguard of her sabre. Firmly, her right clenched the handle, the sound of her blade sliding across the scabbard becoming evident from the fast withdrawing of the weapon. Hesitation was nonexistent when Gwen rose from her location, charging towards the group of men. Darkness arrived to assist from the nearby trees, the demon's careful manipulation attempting to grasp the young woman and coat her in a protective layer of shadow.
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The hood of her cloak remained around her head, hiding her identity from the future victims of her sword. Coldly, the demon swung at the nearest, vile man, the blade cutting through any flesh which crossed her path. The sword's blade was aimed to slice at the first man's legs, which would make it difficult for him to return any attacks.
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"YOU DIRTY PIGS!" She shouted at them, tightening the grip around the sword's handle.
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There was a slight bend to Gwen's knees as she readied herself for a possible combat situation. Meanwhile, the shadows which enclosed around the woman safety deposited her by a tree nearby. Ultimately, it would force the lustful men to go through Gwen before they could reach the beautiful stranger, however, the demon was praying she would run. Protecting someone and yourself was a difficult task, but either way, the female bandit was determined to fight hard until she prevailed. Alas, there were several tricks up the demon's sleeve, including displaying her infamous face; there were plenty of wanted posters with her face and name on them.
Izabella thought she was doomed to the torment of these men, but something strange had happened. One of the men got his legs sliced, losing his grip on Izabella. Once free, shadow seemed to engulfed her, pulling her to a tree that was behind Gwen. Izabella found herself staring at the woman, she had beautiful black hair. A true savior indeed. She knew that she should be running but instead she stayed nearby the tree, worried about Gwen's safety. The men were upset that Gwen had managed to steal their prize away from them, but they weren't armed with weapons. The only thing they could do was attempt to attack her with their powers. One of the men manifested his wings, having caught sight of Izabella, he was determined as ever to capture her, even if it meant not sharing with his comrades. He flew into the air, heading straight for her. I seriously should have ran when I had the chance.
The one guy had fallen to the ground, unable to stand so he wasn't willing to fight Gwen. The other stood next to him, fear overwhelming him on the possibility of being killed by Gwen. They were unmoving, of course that changed when they saw their comrade leave them to get Izabella without them. It was frustrating to be betrayed like this. Meanwhile the third guy continued to fly in Izabella's direction. She had started running away when she had seen him manifest his wings, not willing to get caught again even though she was tired of all of the running. It was upsetting that she had to leave Gwen when she hadn't been given a chance to thank her for saving her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed, pleading that the man would stop following her.
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Inevitably, these men would recognize Gwen, her infamy as a bandit reaching far, allowing her to accumulate fear from the masses. However, the female demon assumed these fools were potentially in a drunken state or their lustful cravings were overwhelming them. Fingers were curled tightly around the handle of her calvary sabre, the heft of her weapon being hardly a concern as she prepared for the upcoming combat. These men were unarmed, but it appeared they were also of the foolish calibre as one began planning something.
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An annoyed eye roll graced Gwen's magnificent red eyes, the young woman evidently displeased with these men who possessed solely libidinous thoughts. These types of individuals disgusted the female bandit, resulting in a sneer breaching her face as she prepared to see their next move. One was already wounded, whining loudly on the ground from the vicious wounds Gwen inflicted on them. These men were frightened, the demon knowing she could use this for her advantage. Quickly, Gwen created a circle of dark spikes, sending them near the injured man and the more frightened of the unwounded pair.
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Should her attack missed, Gwen hoped the men would scatter, removing one of the threats. A bright light caught Gwen's peripherals as witnessed one of these criminals manifest a pair of wings, granting him the ability of flight. Immediately, the demand clenched her teeth, frustrated by the man's decision to chase after the enchanting woman she decided to protect. While she was praying the blonde would flee, the endeavour would be futile if one of the vile bastards chased her down and discovered her destination!
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Hardly a second was spared to glance at the damage against the fearful men she aimed at, Gwen promptly turning heel and bolting after the gorgeous blonde. From years of her criminal occupation, the demon had built her body for lengthy sprints through even the most unsuitable terrain, she just prayed the stranger could keep up. Quickly, the cavalry sabre was returned to its sheath, Gwen sprinting towards the blonde woman, her long legs smoothly gliding over the underbrush she crossed paths with. Eventually, she managed to match pace with the female stranger, her pale hand darting to grab her wrist.
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"Follow me!" Gwen demanded, calmly attempting to lead the woman.
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If the blonde listen, the pair would veer right, Gwen knowing a favourable hiding place or closed off section to allow her to ambush the foolish flyer above. On there right, the trees thickened, allowing the demon to create a cloak of shadows around them, however, there were more clever tactics to the dark-haired woman's plans. These people were definitely more ignorant than properly trained guards, thus Gwen was certain she could successfully outsmart them.
Spikes were sent towards the three men, the one man reached out to tug his injured companion out of the way while the third had manifest his wings to fly away, going after the blond beauty that was still close in range. Izabella had started to run away from him, tired from running was making it difficult for her to keep up this pace for very long. When Gwen had turned heel, the other two men had fled the opposite direction, having learned their lesson on not picking a fight with Gwen, the last one was flying in the air, determined to capture Izabella before Gwen could stop him. She had shouted for the man to quit following her, no sooner had she done so, Gwen was next to her, trying to reach for her wrist. She felt a tug, blushing when she noticed Gwen was the one that had touched her, telling her to follow, in which case she chose to do so.
There was a chance Gwen would mean harm to her too, but she chose to push that worry aside and trust her instead. Surely her savior didn't have plans to harm her, right? She had followed Gwen to the right, only pausing once Gwen had done so. Shadows engulfed them, she took this time to stop running to catch her breath. "Thank you." She whispered, noticing the man was slowly approaching them, thankfully not in earshot to hear her whispering to Gwen. He paused in the air, having lost track of Izabella. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." He called out, looking down he didn't see Gwen, so he landed, slowly walking in their direction.
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Fleeing from other people was an easy task for Gwen, years of working in crime building strength in her body. Lean muscles covered the demon's body, making it evident she frequently exercised. The bounds of her stamina were incredible, a majority of people quickly noticing how extensively the woman worked in maintaining a healthy body. Unfortunately, her company appeared extremely different from her, each having their own respective lifestyles. Thoughts were flitting through Gwen's head, the woman pausing near some underbrush to allow the female stranger a moment to catch her breath.
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A quiet thanks flowed through the stranger's mouth, but Gwen was forced to ignore it. There were few options remaining, but the demon's tricks were hardly over. Smoothly, her fingers undid the clasp of her cloak, wrapping it around the woman's shoulders without hesitation. A single finger was pressed up against Gwen's lips, the demon's eyes narrowing as the man called out for them? Carefully, the dark-haired woman tugged the cloak's hood up, hiding Izabella's hair colouring and praying the winged man failed to notice similar clothing beneath the cloak.
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From a second sheath, Gwen sharply pulled out her hunting knife, an ugly, but properly washed knife. The blade was brought close to the palm of her hand, a quick motion allowing it to rip into her delicate flesh. She worked hastily, creating the proper lines for a disguise hex before activating the demonic magic. Light would engulf her, but Gwen increased the darkness barrier to block out the luminescent rays. Once the light left her skin, the female demon looked exactly like her companion, her black hair being traded for blonde, clothes changed and eyes a chocolate brown.
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Slowly, she inched closer to whisper into the stranger's ear. "Pretend to be me and lead us out of here. If he tries to catch me, don't worry about it. Just don't look back."
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Afterwards, Gwen stood from the ground, offering her wrist for the blonde to lead them whichever way she desired. The demon desired closeness to the winged man, thus, she prayed her plans would function without error. When the stranger finally grasped her wrist, Gwen's plan would go into fruition, the darkness around them dissipating.
Izabella paused to catch her breath, so tired from all of this running. She had thanked Gwen but no comment was said in return. It was fine though, she really didn't need to comment, helping her was enough. Though Gwen had wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, surprising her. She was about to question, but Gwen's finger to her lips, hinting to be silent. She listened as the guy had called out for them, surprised when the hood was pulled up to hide her hair. She felt a phantom pain in the palm of her hand, when Gwen had cut herself, creating a hex to look exactly like her. She frowned when Gwen had whispered for her to lead her, pretending they had different roles. She didn't feel comfortable risking Gwen's safety, but she would do as she was told, not wishing to upset Gwen. She took Gwen's wrist in the palm of her hand before leading her down a random direction, unaware of where it would take them. The man had caught sight of them, so he started chasing after them so that he wouldn't lose energy by flying everywhere. "I've found you now!" He called, following behind them, unaware that Izabella was wearing the cloak.
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Hesitation was nonexistent as Gwen prepared her plan, thoroughly aware her safety was being risked should something go awry. Alas, the young demon despised the lustful actions of these pathetic drunkards, creating a determination to assist the blonde beauty. Despite Izabella's expressions suggesting she disliked the idea, Gwen's steely nature harboured a necessity to follow through on the plan. Options were becoming limited, the circumstances questionable and the winged man a general risk to their well-being; even teleporting away would only allow escape for a short period of time.
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Delicate fingers wrapped around Gwen's wrist, the demon giving a brief nod before the shadows dissipated and they would be required to run. The instant the shadows disappeared, the running began, the female bandit slowing her pace slightly to create the illusion of being the blonde stranger. When the man called to them, Gwen prepared her performance, years of narrowly escaping capture making her a decent actress. The demon glanced behind them, wearing a facade of fear and worry, a gasp drifting through her slightly parted lips as she followed the cloaked blonde.
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Direction hardly mattered as Gwen followed the mysterious woman, prayers consuming her that the man would fail to notice her cavalry sabre. Admittedly, the demon was hoping he would believe it was given to the blonde for protection rather than the possibility of hexes or illusions being implemented. As she followed, Gwen occasionally gave a "worried" glance over her shoulder, secretly monitoring how close the winged man was getting. She needed him to latch onto her wrist, the demon already planning a fire-related ambush.
Izabella had taken Gwen's wrist to lead her away, at first walking but she had started to run, hoping that she'd have the energy to keep this up because she was becoming rather tired. Fear overwhelmed her when the man had called out to them, clearly taking notice of them. She feared for Gwen but she also feared for herself, what if the man had figured out that she was really the one he was going after, would he attempt to have both of them, or would Gwen be harmed while she was captured? She continued writing, leading Gwen, hoping that secretly the man wouldn't be able to keep up with them. To her greatest disappointment, she had felt a tug, it had come not from her though but from Gwen, most likely in an attempt of being pulled away from her, but she dared not to look, knowing the man had likely grabbed onto her.
The man had reached out for Gwen's wrist, unaware that the sword wasn't used for protection but was in fact a hint that the demon had used a hex to betray his eyes. He had thought he had grabbed the right one, but would be proved wrong upon Gwen's counter. Izabella moved away to hide, fearful that Gwen wouldn't be able to take him on. She didn't want Gwen getting hurt just to save her. She wasn't sure what to do, remain hidden or to stay nearby to watch. Her breathing became faster as she chose to hide in her spot, watching the scene unfold. She didn't want to leave Gwen behind, she was too nice and she wanted to help her when all of this was said and done, unaware that her savior was perfectly capable of handling this man herself.
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Steps were matched to the mysterious blonde maiden, Gwen creating the illusion of being an unfit, noblewoman who never knew the action of running. Movements were purposefully sloppy, the young demon "struggling" through the underbrush as she followed behind the female stranger. Courage was masked beneath a facade of fear, the dark-haired woman knowing she needed to make this winged pig believe she was the one he desired. Thoughts coursed through Gwen's mind as they proceeded down the random route the blonde decided to take.
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Another faked worried glance provided the female bandit information as she noticed the man managing to keep up. Eventually, he would be upon them, inevitably latching onto her wrist, however, that is what she desired. They proceeded to run through the woods, Gwen patiently waiting for the lustful idiot to fall for the bait. The feeling of calloused fingers wrapping roughly around her arm was expected, similar to the sharp tug used to separate her from the blonde stranger. There were no attempts to cling to the mysterious female, the dark-haired woman releasing and yanking her wrist from her grip.
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Suddenly, fire blossomed in the palm of Gwen's hand, the demon's plan springing into action. Fortunately, the demon blood which flowed through the dark-haired woman's veins allowed her to avoid being injured by the spontaneous combustion occurring in the palm of her hand. Without hesitation, the female bandit reached to plant the deadly flames into the winged man's face, a cold expression settling onto her features. Should her attack be successful, she would burn the lustful stranger until he released her arm, an open hand hastily snatching the dagger from her belt and plunging it into the man's throat.
Izabella had watched from the sidelines as Gwen had burned the man in the face. She hadn't expected her to be able to handle him herself, but she was deeply impressed. The man had grabbed her arm, unaware of the fire that was about to burn him in the face. He would release her arm before backing away, though not fast enough as a dagger had been plunged into his throat. His healing started to kick in, slowly but blood remained in his eyes making it very difficult to see. "YOU BITCH." He shouted, mumbling on his own blood that was oozing. Izabella found herself shivering slightly as she watched, she just couldn't bring herself to leave knowing that Gwen still might need help in the long run. She knew that she couldn't do much but she still wanted to be supportive as much as possible. The knife remained in his neck and he fell backwards, unable to heal the wound because the knife was in the way. She remained in her hiding spot despite knowing the man had likely died by Gwen's hand. Fearful that at any moment he might get back up, even though it was unlikely.
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Years of independence prepared Gwen for these ill-favourable circumstances. Throughout those years she adapted, became stronger, faster and more capable to defend herself against oncoming threats. Adaption was necessary for her survival in the cruel life maliciously handed to her. Homeless and unemployed, Gwen allowed herself to transform into a villain, her ultimate goal survival. Without a single qualm entering her mind, the demon shoved the handful of flames into the man's face, increasing the heat once her hand collided.
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A cold expression remained on the dark-haired woman's face as she finally broke the hex hiding her identity, allowing the foolish man to view the reality hidden from him. Hesitation was nonexistent, Gwen callously thrusting her dagger into his throat. Warm blood trickled over her fingers, the red liquid hastily pouring from the man's throat as he gurgled out a shout. The words which narrowly escaped his mouth hardly concerned Gwen, the cold demon keeping the dagger plunged in the man's throat, waiting for him to cease breathing.
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Eventually, Gwen released the dagger's handle, watching as the unfortunate soul toppled backwards. The demon's red eyes narrowed as she slowly approached, roughly placing her foot on the vile man's chest. She leaned closer to the body, hand grasping the dagger's handle, twisting the blade. Whoever this man was, his healing capabilities were evidently powerful, and the demon refused to take risks.
Izabella had watched Gwen stab the man, unable to feel sorry for him since he had continued after her. Though she was extremely grateful to Gwen for saving her. The man seemed to be struggling to heal, she felt like it was good because she was still terrified of him, which was why she remained in her spot instead of returning back to Gwen's side. After he had fallen to the ground, she watched as Gwen twisted the dagger, as to make sure he was dead instead of making a final effort to heal himself. He laid lifeless on the ground, unmoving because he was dead. Still unsure on him being dead or alive she remained in her spot, slowly becoming more comfortable at the idea of remaining near Gwen. Now that she was safe, she feared they'd have to part ways and she really didn't want to leave her side. Slowly she moved forward, knowing that there was a risk he would rise if Gwen removed the dagger, deep down hoping that he was dead since that was as how he appeared to be. "Thank you so much." She whispered, curious on Gwen and how she learned how to fight. "I'm Izabella." She greeted, knowing this wasn't the best place to greet but she feared she'd lose her chance.
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Sharply, Gwen pulled the dagger from the man’s throat, allowing the blood to leak from the wound. Eyes were narrowed as the demon analyzed the dead stranger’s body, the motionless nature and lack of breathing assuring her he was deceased. Slowly, the dark-haired woman stood from her position. In a single fluid movement, she wiped the knife, sending a few speckles of blood onto the grass below. Afterwards, the blade was wiped against the filthy breeches, blood coating sections of the fabric. Anybody would assume she was recently in a nasty altercation.
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Muscles finally relaxed when Gwen stood triumphant over the lustful man's corpse. Sweat resulted in fabric clinging to her body, the tense situation becoming obvious through the demon's weary body language. She warranted herself time to breathe, long inhales and exhales soothing the nervous sensation. Battles were always wreaked concern in the dark-haired woman's mind since her lifestyle constantly brought force the question of will I die this day? There were beliefs the beautiful blonde retreated back to the village while Gwen fended off the horrible criminal.
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Soft footsteps through the underbrush warranted Gwen's attention. Her head turned quickly, an eyebrow-raising when she noticed the stunning stranger revealed herself. The demon's red eyes glanced over the stranger, fixating on her lips as her name escaped those wonderful lips.
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"No worries," she responded, turning to face the woman. "You can call me Gwen."
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Surprise was evident on Gwen's countenance because of the unexpected circumstance. The reason behind their meeting was unpleasant, therefore, she had expected Izabella to flee immediately. Suspicious, these circumstances never occurred throughout the dark-haired woman's life, thus her expression remained guarded. Alas, something about this woman transcended peculiar emotions inside of Gwen. They triggered the demon's protective instincts, a closeness to Izabella shortly being desired.
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An attractive blonde with beautiful eyes, long eyelashes and a pleasantly curved hourglass figure was an appearance Gwen found alluring. The opinions of homosexuals in these times kept Gwen from exploring her incredible attraction towards women, although, she never found herself this attracted to physical traits. Curious thoughts of Izabella's personality littered her mind, the dark-haired woman desiring to learn more about the woman. Silently, she gestured for the blonde to follow, secretly planning on taking her to her camp for a long conversation.
Izabella watched Gwen remove the dagger, allowing the blood to drip from the blade before standing. She'd then wipe the blade clean of blood before sheathing it. She had walked back towards her, pleased that Gwen hadn't been hurt trying to save her. She had thanked her, smiling slightly when she heard her words. So her name is Gwen. That is a beautiful name. She thought to herself, pulled fro her thoughts when Gwen had gestured for her to follow her. I wonder where she learned to defend herself, that was pretty neat. Somewhat scary but at least she wasn't hurt too. She thought to herself, not daring to ask the question that seemed to be lingering in her mind. During their walk, she found herself quiet as she followed, breathing normally because she couldn't help but feel safe around her.
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