[She's not the only one who's lost, but for Anthony, it's a case of being partially willingly so. He woke up - he shouldn't have woken up, no, he shouldn't have been alive, and yet he was more alive than he'd been in over a thousand years; that had been cold breath he'd been pulling into his lungs, and that's been a heart pounding itself rhythmically against the inside of his chest, swore he'd felt his ribs ringing on each hit - and oh, yes, he escaped, not sure whether to thank God or be suspicious of the fact that he had his scramasax back with him.
He took off for the woods sprinting, alert and expectant in every stride that it'd start teeming with demons, guards to capture him, anything, and that they'd surge forth and wrest him to the ground and --
-- who knows, no. Morbid, morbid curiosity had him speculating, and then knocking the base out from under himself with a "worse". He couldn't let himself settle into that.
But it didn't happen. He started to settle down, a bit. The wilderness was quiet, empty, safe. He's not settled, mind you - he's barely been sleeping and hasn't liked what's happened in that "barely", and the isolation's getting oppressive, but ohh, God, he doesn't want to know who or what lives in the towns he's seen at a distance. He needs to... regroup with himself here. Get used to the feeling of being in a living body again, at least.
He's trying to shout, but, uh, he hasn't used his voice much for a while - it's a little simultaneously husky and quivery.]
Stay back -- !
[And -- he swallows the very last bit of noise in that as a feeling like a release of cold air hits him in the face.
It's... a child?
...Oh, please, no, don't tell him he just raised his sword at a child...
He still doesn't completely go off-guard, however - just starts to slowly lower and loosen the position of the sword, as he more quietly, kinda-sheepishly repeats.]
-- St-stay back...
[He lowers his guard just a liiiittle further. Draws a couple of steps back. All while maintaining a fixed, wide-eyed look on the child. It's not even a scrutinizing one - just a holding one. He's still got a bit of letting his mind catch up with him to do before he can settle on looking for any signs of something "off"; for now, he's just not gonna let them out of his sight.]
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He took off for the woods sprinting, alert and expectant in every stride that it'd start teeming with demons, guards to capture him, anything, and that they'd surge forth and wrest him to the ground and --
-- who knows, no. Morbid, morbid curiosity had him speculating, and then knocking the base out from under himself with a "worse". He couldn't let himself settle into that.
But it didn't happen. He started to settle down, a bit. The wilderness was quiet, empty, safe. He's not settled, mind you - he's barely been sleeping and hasn't liked what's happened in that "barely", and the isolation's getting oppressive, but ohh, God, he doesn't want to know who or what lives in the towns he's seen at a distance. He needs to... regroup with himself here. Get used to the feeling of being in a living body again, at least.
And then... he'll face whatever's coming, here.
Wherever he'll go to do that.
The burst of dust and feathers does cause his heart to leap, that said, but -- a humanlike shout. A human voice out here. Instant jolt through 'I'm that seizes him and whips him around with a wavering, rising yelp, a sixteen year old fellow human-looking enough other than a pale yellow shape sitting across the bridge of his nose and a sort of metallic smudge starting to stretch under it, and a sort of "mask" of brown feathers around his eyes. His shortsword's raised.
He's trying to shout, but, uh, he hasn't used his voice much for a while - it's a little simultaneously husky and quivery.]
Stay back -- !
[And -- he swallows the very last bit of noise in that as a feeling like a release of cold air hits him in the face.
It's... a child?
...Oh, please, no, don't tell him he just raised his sword at a child...
He still doesn't completely go off-guard, however - just starts to slowly lower and loosen the position of the sword, as he more quietly, kinda-sheepishly repeats.]
-- St-stay back...
[He lowers his guard just a liiiittle further. Draws a couple of steps back. All while maintaining a fixed, wide-eyed look on the child. It's not even a scrutinizing one - just a holding one. He's still got a bit of letting his mind catch up with him to do before he can settle on looking for any signs of something "off"; for now, he's just not gonna let them out of his sight.]
Wh -- who are you?