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A canyon, Noire found herself nestled in a field. It looks....dead to say the lease. Besides the towering rock that encased the archer, the greenery was sparse.
Oh great, cursed to die in this miserable pit of a canyon!
The area was silent, the only sound the girl could hear was her own breath and her footsteps. Could this be apart of Plegia? Probably not but Noire had to find out. She wandered and wandered, her bow slack in her hands, arrow cautiously prepped in case there was a living soul.
“W-who’s there?” she turned around quickly, her knees banging together, she swore that she heard something. The archer started to take short, quick breaths in slight panic. She was getting nervous and paranoia was edging itself into her. In moments the fear that the girl was experiencing was replaced with rage (thanks to her talisman)
“REVEAL YOURSELF HEATHEN BEFORE I SMITE YOU WITH MY ARROWS.” her bow was staged and ready to strike anyone down.
