#tyrianac

             An old inside joke between her &. Yang ran through little red’s head as she was ushered through the forests of Omyn. Tyrian, or so he called himself, had found her and been lucky enough to capture the speedy girl. A long time ago Yang once asked her what Ruby would do if she ever got kidnapped --- &. while her answer had been nothing but teasing, it nearly rang true now. Ruby simply answered that she would annoy her captor in hopes they might let her go from sheer frustration of such an obnoxious captive. 

           Dead leaves crunched under her boots as Ruby shuffled forward, briefly wiggling her wrists against her restraints when they started to burn. Tyrian had a tight grip on her, which made escaping all but impossible. Either way, Ruby pretended like all was well, &. her cheerful voice continued to ring out despite the circumstances.  ‘  Oooh, wait, I’ve got another song.  ‘  She grinned before clearing her throat with a cough. 

          ‘   Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws ! &. mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours ! &. so he spoooke  ---- !  ‘

          A hand rested itself casually on the purple shotgun holstered to her        shorts. Coral knows of this man, knows that he is on the same side as        her, yet she can’t help but feel on edge. 

she stands firmly, even as desert winds whirl sand all around; she had long adjusted to it ( it was welcomed. it was home ). hands, one gloved, one bare, fold behind a straightened back. they’re ignoring the flaring urge to tuck whipping hair back into its rightful place, but she’s not too particularly fond of giving in to a tic at the moment.

“ it’s unusual to see strangers out here. ‘ello, “