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"R-Run, run, I can't stop running, I can't let her catch me...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad but I can't stop!" he frantically thought in his head that continued to play over and over again as blood trailed and dripped behind their ankles as they ran with a crossbow arrow deeply embedded in the back of it, heavily panting in a tired but painful tone as they soon saw a building up ahead, "I can hide in there, I don't care what place it is, I need to hide!" she wheezed out, their ankle feeling like it was going to give out at any moment as they continued to run towards this building.

anywhere was safe, as long as he wasn't exposed to her.

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The grand church bell.

The pride of the church. It is unknown how old such relic is, but it is said by the pope that it's so old that it wields some sort of holy power blessed by the god above to protect them children. But Ayran didn't believe a single cent of it.

If it is said to protect all of its believers, then why didn't it protect her?

Was she not pious enough?

It couldn't be.

After all she kneeled down every single day for hours on end hoping for a better future for the two of them instead of rather going out and work. She believed that with the power of hope, surely the merciful gods above would give her a glance.

But they didn't.

They didn't spare her a glance at all.

Hope?

What a joke.

Does hope fill your stomach?

Does hope give you clothes to wear?

Would hope bring her alive?

Ayran stopped hoping a long time ago.

The reason he was still in the church was because he knew he had no where else to go. The moment he went out, he would be a fat sheep within a crowd of wolves instantly devoured. He refused to end the same way as her. No matter how similar they reflected eachother, Ayran could absolutely never.

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shakily looking up at the door before him as his leg had gone limp at this point but the last thing he wanted was to be noticed yet didn't have a choice, maybe though there was the smallest chance of not being caught if they rushed in as soon as they fling the door open, yet they couldn't be picky in this situation as he flung the door open and rushed in at the moment he could with leg dragging behind them on the floor.

causing a trail of blood to be left behind every step they took as she saw a large potted plant she could hide behind, it sure wasn't the best hiding spot and he could be spotted rather easily not to mention having to move the pot outward by using her movable foot, then having to pull the pot back into partially cover him but it was better than nothing.

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Red.

Red was a rare color within the church, after all, it was the color that symbolizes passion, lust, and sin. But red is also the color of peonies that reside near the forest in the back of the church.

But this was a dark red.

A shade of crimson perhaps, he mused.

Perhaps their visitor should be thankful that he was the only person on cleaning duty right now while everyone else were in the praying room. Or else.. this may end up as a bigger mess than they could have ever imagined.

With silent footsteps, Ayran was infront of the flowerpot. He kneeled down on one knee against the pristine white tiles. Behind the potted plant was a poorly hidden boy with an injured leg.

The gaze within the boy almost made Ayran jolt, despite the fact that they looked like they were in similar age, the boy almost had a... rogue-ish look in his eyes. He barred his teeths like those wolves in those fairytale books whenever they were in danger (which was rare, afterall they were usually the villains, the predator weren't they?)

So... should he, the sheep in question reach their hands out to the wolf?

If Ayran were any older, he would resolutely said no. But a child like him, no matter how mature would still have some heroic fantasy in their heads.

So with a hand out, he said in a gentle voice: "Do you perhaps need a place to hide?"

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flicking their black fur ears with white tufts inside as they heard a voice as this individual looked over originally glaring before suddenly closing their eyes screaming "OH GAD!" from the mere side of them as he instinctively bolts up with his only working leg, causing them to tip over over on there side as they roll off the top of the plant before landing on the ground as they let out another small startled but pain light cry when they hit the ground.

laying on the ground as they don't bother to get up as they lightly flick their tail on the ground, but humans aren't meant to have a long tail, or to have hooves for feet and having fur going up their entire hip with a clear diamond pattern on both sides of the hips, but most certainly for sure humans nor wolf have a semi-long horn sticking out of the front of their forehead.

Certainly, this wasn't the average boy that he thought nor was a wolf, instead a human cross was such a sacred animal known as a half unicorn which was a race that was tell in tales and stories but no one ever sure if it was true, that's because no one actually ever managed become face-to-face with one, yet it was odd that this one had black fur and a red and white horn compared to the white fur and golden horn they are always depicted having.

nonetheless they didn't reply back as they laid on the floor, they were still jarred from being blinded but clearly alive and moving.

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