"Why?"
"Because I want to protect you."
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Y/N is a loner in the unclaimed lands of the DSMP. She has an outstanding knowledge of potions, and that knowledge is wanted by someone who scar...
Y/N had been limping with the support of a long stick as a cane for about an hour through the dull, snowy forest. The air was cold and fresh, her nostrils burnt as she took deep breathes in. The tall trees stood towering over Y/N's helpless figure....maybe not helpless, but... unexperienced...? I mean, she is managing to get food with the dagger she made out of sharpened wood, however her emotions were all over the place causing her to melt down a few times-
"Ugh! When am I going to find a way to start all over again? I need to build a new house, rebuild all my potion-making tools and gather new supplies and- Oh help me!!"
Her body dragged itself down against tree for her to sit down. Y/N ran both hands through her hair (or not if you can't), puffing her chest out then exhaling. She looked down at her semi-cracked bottle filled with an unfinished project, huddled in a pouch attached to her leather belt.
All this suffering for this thing? She thought.
It was hard for Y/N to hunt with her broken ankle, but she found some techniques that fought round her injury.
She hid behind a tickling bush, ears humming. A soft sound of rustling leaves hit her. A rabbit. Y/N slowly peeked out the bush to set her eyes on the creature.
So soft and fluffy~... But I need your flesh. Let me eat you please.
Her right hand, which was holding the dagger, arranged into a smart position for clean, killing throw. All she had to do was give force and let the dagger chase the bunny.
"Squeak!"
Y/N calmly carried the prey in her hand, the rabbit swinging in sync with her limped walking. She had to find a suitable place for a fireplace to cook her food.
After grazing her hands with many splinters and scratches due to gathering wood, Y/N had a fire going. She'd frown.
Very funny, I make fire just after I escape a burning treehouse.
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"Alrighty then, time to cook this bad boy-" Y/N reached for the rabbit and grabbed its fur and skin from its tail. She pulled down. Hard.
There, skinned. Although I do feel a bit sick.
She placed a long stick through the prey's small stomach, and held it above the soaring hot flames.
Y/N spaced out.
Who would want something from me? I think they might want my potion. It's not finished though. What if- What if they want me to finish the potion, then steal it from me when I have created it? Would they keep me hostage until i finish it, or would they spy on me until it's the right time to swoop in and take it..?!
