Snippet #2556933

Oreron and Owsla Hall

Owsla waved the the blonde haired male as she adjusted herself to the soft space she had claimed. She looked over at her father, the large neco that had begun to sprawl himself out on the floor due to the warmth of the cabin. She could feel the pull of morpheus's touch tug her to the edge of that good night as she slumped further and further into the couch. She smirked, mutter the words she had always said before falling into that goodnight.

"Nearly all the world is our enemy, King and Princess of one thousand enemies. And if they catch us, they will kill us. But first they must fight us...."

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The glory of the sunrise was always something Oreron had to get used to. Every morning, the light burned his eyes, leaving him blind for a few brief moments. He shoved himself awake as he looked around the cabin for any movement. But it was the smell of cooked deer that got his attention first and foremost. He glanced at the couch, seeing that his little cub was missing from it. "Is that the left overs from last night?" He muttered to himself as he sat up and commanded a hologram of the area to come online. It was a map of at least 20 miles around, noting various landmarks and such. He was so completely engrossed by it that he failed to notice his daughter slipping passed him.

Owsla slipped passed the radar of her father withease, only dressed in a long night shirt that she had stolen from the last city they had been in. Although it was very sheer and made even more so by some splashes of water from earlier. She was making a bee line toward ace's room, with a smirk that could tip of demons to what she was doing.

She opened the door as sikently as she could, keeping low to the ground before getting right in the face of the blond. She gave a maniac smile before taking a a deep breath and pouncing on the man while screeching like a while cat at the same time.

Somethings just never changed.