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Elizabeth Moore

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a character in “The Book of the Damned”, as played by Annalee2010

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Name:
Elizabeth Moore

Nickname:
Beth

Age:
20

Personality:
Beth is very loyal. She doesn't second guess the king, simply follows orders. She is very headstrong, and always does everything that is asked of her to the best of her abilities. She never lets her emotions get in the way of doing her job. She hates being looked down on or thought of as weak, just because she is a girl. She grew up with nothing but brothers so learnt at a young age how to fight. When she was trained to be of service to the king, she was the top of her class, quickly out ranking all the guys. She is the best of the best and doesn't let anyone say otherwise. She is well trained in karate, kung fu, Jujitsu, Taekwondo and Aikido. The king uses her for a lot missions because no one would ever guess, by looking at her, that she is as well trained as she is. Many people under estimate her.




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Likes:
+ Horses
+ Nature
+ Naturally flowing water ((Streams, rivers, oceans))
+ The royals
+ Fighting

Dislikes:
- Northerners
- The dark
- Sweets
- Sitting still
- Being talked down to

Weaknesses:
~Keeps her feelings to herself~
She never talks about how she's feeling. To her, it doesn't really matter what she wants. She follows orders, and that's all there is to it. She doesn't let her emotions get in the way of her work.

Fears:
~ Achluophobia- Fear of darkness
~ Lilapsophobia- Fear of Tornadoes and Hurricanes
~ Atychiphobia- Fear of failure

So begins...

Elizabeth Moore's Story

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Beth is standing in the banquet hall, in the doorway to the right of the king, her posture straight and her eyes alert. She listens as the king talks to the man at the table, whom she's never seen before. When the man raises his voice and knocks the fruit from the table. She reflectively grabs her sword along with the other guards in the room. The king quickly holds up his hand, stopping the guards from attacking. "Alright then," The king says with a small nod of his head, standing up from his seat as well. "Moore," The king says, motioning over to her. She quickly steps forward, standing to attention at the kings side. "You will be escorting this man on his mission." He says to which Beth quickly curtsies, "Yes sire." She says. She had been informed of her duties a few hours prior but she didn't know what the man looked like until now. She turns to look at the irate looking man, sizing him up. He definitely has her beat when it comes to size, but Beth is extremely quick and agile which comes in handy in fights. She walks over to stand next to the man, her nose crinkling slightly as she smells his lack of hygiene. Beth is wearing the usual guard attire, she has a sword at her waist as well as a knife hidden in her boot. "Follow me," She says simply to the man, as she turns and heads toward the door, out of the banquent hall, stopping in the door way to make sure he's following her. Her orders are clear, lead him out of the castle, let him take over from there, once he finds the book, kill him, and bring the book back to the king; easy enough.

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Beth stays quiet, just looking at Flint, a frown on her lips. She doesn't like his tone of voice or what he's implying. She notices him sizing her up but that doesn't bother her, she's gotten used to. The whole time she was going through her training, the others were constantly sizing her up, misjudging her just by her size. As the silence starts to grow more awkward, she finally speaks up. "There are quite a few Inns in town, though I would only recommend one." She says, turning and leading the way into town. She grew up in this town, so everyone knows her, one of the very few female guards. As they walk through town, lots of people take notice. It is pretty obvious that Flint doesn't belong here, his dark hair sticking out like a sore thumb among all the blonde people.

Beth doesn't pay the townspeople any attention, all her attention focused on Flint, making sure he doesn't try to run or anything just as stupid. She's not really one for conversation, she doesn't say a word as they make their way to the Inn. This Inn is owned by a friend's parents, they're just as proud of Beth as her parents are and consider her one of their kids as well. The inn is pretty nice, kept in great condition. A little boy, looking to be about 5 years old, comes running up to her. "Eliza! Eliza!" the little boy says excitedly, wrapping his arms around her legs. Elizabeth looks down at the boy, fighting to stay in control of her emotions. She wants to reach out and scoop the little boy up, play with him, like she had done many times, but now is not the time for that. "Not now Zeke." Beth says, not able to stop herself from reaching out rustling the young boy's blonde hair. "I'm working," She adds when the boy peels himself off her leg, looking as if she had slapped him. The look on his face tugs at her heart but she doesn't let it show.

"Zeke, come along now, leave Beth alone." An older woman says, as she walk down the stairs, over to the check in counter. "Yes, Mama," The little boys says, hanging his head as he walks away over to his mother, behind the counter where he starts to play with his toys. "So, what brings you here? It's been a while, you're looking just as good as ever." The woman says, smiling at Beth. Beth walks up to the counter, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Flint is still behind her. "We need a room," She says simply. The woman glances between Beth and Flint, frowning a little as she looks at him. "You know the rooms are always free of charge for you here, hun. But I don't want any trouble." She says, looking Flint up and down apprehensively. That makes her smile a little, but she quickly covers it up. "Oh, don't worry, Ann, I'll keep him in line." She says, a small hint of laughter in her voice.

Ann smiles at Beth, glad to see her lighten up, if only just a little. "Alright, I'll hold you to that." She says, turning to the keys hanging on the wall behind her, rubbing her chin as she tries to pick out the right room. "Ah, here we are." She says, grabbing one of the room keys and handing it to her. "It has a bed and a couch. All my double bed rooms are taken, sorry hun." She says, giving Beth an apologetic look. Beth waves off her appology. "It's alright, Ann. Thanks again." Beth says, grabbing the key and moving toward the stairs. She stops at the base and glances over at Flint. "After you," She says, motioning for him to go up first. "Room 106," She tells him, reading the number tapped to the the key.

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“After you.” Beth said as she motioned to the stairs, which were the last things on Flints mind. He'd been fixated on the young blonde boy sense they'd entered into the establishment. From the moment he'd ran up to Beth to the second he'd ran off something about him made Flint smile, he found comfort in the fact that whether he was in the northern or southern kingdom children normally remained the same. Usually they were untouched for the most part of the prejudices that plagued their families.

For a few moments Flint watched as the boy tentatively pushed a poorly cobbled together looking broom across the floor. Probably a family chore forced upon him. Regardless Flint could tell the boys eyes had a hard time staying off of Flint as he swept around the rather well kept establishment. As his chore drew him even closer Flint let a toothy white grin shine beneath his beard. As the boor hesitantly passed by Flint let out a loud “Boo!” in his gruff voice. It seemed like the boy was there one second and gone the next, as at that moment all that lay in front of Flint was a lone broom. The boy had probably ran to his fathers side for protection.

After that Flint returned his attention back to Beth, a fresh grin on his face “No, my fair captor” He slurred the words in insult “I believe I'd prefer a drink first, perhaps a meal even. Come join me if you can withstand the company of a northerner.” And with that he pulled the nearest wooden seat over to himself and sat himself at a table, waiving a muscular arm in the air at the inn keep Beth had been talking to earlier. The woman looked rather unhappy.

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Beth sighs as Flint stays where he is, watching Zeke as he does his chores. Her frown deepens when Flint scares the poor boy half to death. She's about to speak up but Flint beats her to it, refusing to go up stairs, insisting on getting a drink and food first. She has to admit she is hungry, she hasn't had anything to eat since breakfast, but she can't stand the man's insolence. She hesitates a moment but realizes she doesn't really have much of a choice since she can't leave Flint by himself and run the risk of him trying to run off.

Beth sighs quietly as she walks over and sits down at the table, sitting across from Flint. She glances up at Ann as she comes over to them, looking none to happy about Flint still being down here, in front of her other customers. Beth gives Ann an apologetic look. "I'll have my usual," She says. She knows the menu inside and out and doesn't even have to look at it. Ann nods her head, knowing exactly what Beth always gets when she comes in for dinner. "And what can I get you?" She asks, glancing over at Flint reluctantly. She'd much rather not even look at him if she could avoid it.

Beth leans back in her seat, glancing around the room, making sure there's no trouble lurking around. The king would be extremely angry if Flint were hurt or killed before he could complete this task the king has sent him on. She knows full well that if she doesn't succeed, she'll be lucky if the only thing the king does is kick her from guard. "You'd best eat fast. We're leaving at sunrise." She murmurs to Flint, not wanting to waste any time, or spend more time in town than she has to. She knows how much her people can't stand his people.

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Beth smiles at Ann as she brings them their food, "Thanks," She says, before the woman scurries away. Beth turns her attention to Flint as he speaks. "Well," She says, hesitating slightly, "No," She says, admitting that she's never been up in the mountains. "What's wrong with going in the morning?" She asks, her arms crossed over her chest, hating the way Flint always seems to have some way to undermine her.

Beth glances around once more, her eyes landing on the men sitting at the table across from them. She frowns, clearly seeing the mens' intent. She stiffens in her seat slightly, moving forward to the edge of the chair, ready to react if anything happens. Though she's hoping they will behave, not wanting to fight inside Ann's inn. "Would you just hurry up and eat," She says to Flint under her breath. She picks at the food on her plate though doesn't eat any of it, her attention focused on the four men, watching them out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to be caught off guard.

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“Leaving in the mornin eh?” Flint spat inbetween bites “Tell me, girlie, have you ever been into the mountains before?” Pausing after asking the question Flint pulled the burlap bag closer to himself that he'd received from the Kings court. At the same time he'd noticed the young boy enter back into the room, eying everyone in it cautiously-mainly Flint.

Two empty tables across from Flint and Beth sat four large sully looking men, peasants obviously by their attire but their bodies were large and lean from the constant work they were probably involved in. Of all four men every single eye in the group was transfixed on Flint, each full of hate and intent, a fact Flint either seemed oblivious to or rather simply cared to ignore.

“Well to be honest theres nothing wrong with setting out in the morning. Honestly the best time to do it.” Pausing mid speech Flint turned the contents of his burlap bag upside down letting them all spill out onto the wooden table (he seemed to pay no heed to the fact that food also littered the table). “And don't get me started on the things that come out of those accursed peaks a sundown, that's the time of day you don't want to be caught dead up there.” As he spoke his eyes danced over the tools of destruction that laid before him before grabbing at the weapons greedily, first taking two tomahawks, one in each hand. Now smiling like a mad man he tossed one into the air, watching the perfectly balanced work of art spin upwards before falling back into his hands.

Hed inherited the weapons from his father, the perfectly smoothed oak wood handles extending about a foot each, both ending with a razor sharpened ax head on one side, and a deadly triangular point on the opposite side of the ax head, the original brownish wood had turned darker throughout the years, due to all of the blood that they had taken. Next was the long bone handled steal knife, the bone had come from the first beast Flint had killed, this he simply slid into his rough leather boots, not giving it another thought. Looping one tomahawk, through his belt, which seemed to fit perfectly, the other he tossed lightly in his hand, returning his gaze to Beth. “And why would I want to hurry lady warrior? I've simply been bidding my time and waiting for those poor sods over there.” He nodded behind him at the table of four. “To finally work up the courage to attack us. Give me an excuse to blow off some steam.”

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Beth frowns listening to Flint as he talks about the mountains, not sure what to say, so she just stays quiet. She's a little surprised he grabs his burlap bag and dumps the content all over the table. "What are you doing?" She asks, watching him as he starts grabbing up the weapons. She glances over at the four men again, seeing that they're even more on edge by the fact that Flint has so many weapons, sure that they're going to jump up and attack any moment now.

Beth shakes her head at Flint's words. "You want to blow off some steam? You go for a run, you don't go looking for fights inside an establishment such as this." She hisses between her teeth. She watches as the men get to their feet and make their way over to their table. Beth quickly jumps up, getting between the men and Flint. "I don't want to hurt you boys, why don't you just turn around and go back to your meal? I'm sure Ms. Ann would really appreciate that as well." She says, ready to fight if she has to, but hoping that it won't come to that. She feels the other people in the room staring, wanting to see a fight.

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Elizabeth stands her ground, relieved when she sees the men back down and go back to their table. She knows Ann would never forgive her if she were to let a fight occur inside her Inn. She walks back over to seat and sits down, now relaxed enough to actually eat her food. She glances over at Flint as he speaks up. She frowns slightly when he calls her 'girl' her frown deepening more at his tone of voice as he talks about her people. She bites her cheek to keep from going off on him, needing to stay in control of her feelings. "You can call me Elizabeth." She says simply, her eyes narrowed slightly as she looks at him. She keeps his gaze, staring back at him as he stares at her.

She wants to speak up, tell him not to stare, but she doesn't want to let him know that he can get under her skin so instead she stays quiet and turns her attention back to her food. She quickly finishes eating and finishes her drink as well, leaning back in her seat. "You ready to go up to the room now? Sunrise will come a lot sooner than you think." She says as Ann comes back over to pick the dirty dishes.

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Elizabeth was only able to sleep a few hours, too on edge about the mission to be able to relax and get a decent sleep. She was awake before the sun even came up. She grabed her sword and a rag, polishing it as she watched Flint sleep. She debated on waking him up, but decided to just let him sleep at least until the sun comes up, then if he didn't wake up on his own, she would wake him up. Though, luckily she didn't have to wake him.

She continues to watch him as he starts to wake up, cracking his neck. She doesn't look away even as he turns to look at her. She nods her head at his question. "Yeah, I got some money," She says as she stands up from the bed, putting her, now well polished, sword away. She can't help but to smirk slightly at his 'good morning'. She rolls her eyes at him slightly. "Yeah, good morning." She says, running a hand through her blonde hair, which she had brushed when she first got up but never put it up, it falls a few good inches past her shoulders.

"Come on, lets get going," She says, quickly braiding her hair up so it won't be getting in her face. She moves across the room to grab her things. It only takes her a few moments to gather things. She waits for Flint to get his things together as well before leading the way out of the room and downstairs. She turns the room key back into Ann, thanking her for letting them stay free of charge. On her way out, Zeke attaches himself to her legs again, wanting a hug before she leaves. She sighs quietly, not able to tell the little boy no. She kneels down and hugs him, his little arms wrap around her tightly. "Come back soon, ok Liza?" He says, once he lets go of her, beaming up at her happily. "I will, Zeke, I promise." She says, giving the boy a small smile before turning and walking out of the Inn. The smile quickly disappearing once they're outside, hating to show emotion in front of others. She glances over at Flint, her eyes daring him to say something about the little scene between her and Zeke. She can't really afford to show weakness when she's one of the very few female guards. If the other guards see weakness, they'd pounce. Not everyone is so thrilled about women serving in the guard.

Beth doesn't say a word as she walks with Flint through town, on edge, judging the reactions of the townspeople as they walk. A little while later, they arrive at one of the best merchant places in town. "Get what ever you need." She says to Flint, waving her hand around the shop. She glances around, wondering what he's going to need to get. She knows that she'll have more than enough money to get what ever it is, since the king gave her quite a bit of money to make sure this mission goes smoothly.

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Elizabeth was looking at a few things when she heard Flint haggling with the merchant. She makes her way over to them, wanting to make sure things don't get out of hand. While on her way over she spots the men from last night making their way to Flint, and from the looks on their faces in the weapons in their hands, she knows that there's no way they're going to back down this time. She puts herself directly in their path, blocking them from getting to Flint. "Unless you want trouble, you'd best turn around now." She says, pulling out her sword, ready for the fight. The men look at her, debating on whether or not they want to risk taking her on. After a few seconds, they decide they have the upper hand, three against her and Flint.

Elizabeth's hand tightens on her sword, seeing the decision in their eyes. They all rush at her, the one with the club, swinging it at her legs while the other two try to stab her with the pitchforks. She manages to jump over the club and dodge one of the pitchforks only to move right into the path of the second one which makes a direct hit on her left arm. She screams in a mixture of pain and anger as the man pulls the pitchfork back and takes aim again. She quickly brings her sword up and stabs the man who had stabbed her, landing a good blow in the arm that's holding the pitchfork. He curses loudly and drops the pitchfork.

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The man Elizabeth had stabbed in the arm, looked at her in surprise. Taking that moment of surprise, she stabs him right through the heart. She watches as the man's eyes widen, seeing the life slowly draining from him. She reaches out with her foot, kicking him off the end of her sword. She turns to Flint when he speaks, seeing that he's taken care of the other two already. She won't admit it, but she's pretty impressed.

She looks at Flint, as his question registers in brain. She looks down at her arm where the pitchfork had stabbed her, seeing the blood trickling down her arm. She sheaths her sword, quickly covering the wound with her hand, mentally cursing herself for not having been fast enough to avoid all three attackers. "Eh, it's not too bad." She says with a small shrug of her shoulders, refusing to show weakness. In truth, it hurts like hell, but she'd rather die from blood loss than to ask for help. She rummages through her bag, using her teeth to tear a strip of cloth off one of her old shirts. She doesn't look at Flint as she tries to tie the cloth over her wound, finding it difficult to do with just one hand, but of course, hell would have to freeze over before she'd ask for help.

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With the help of her teeth, Elizabeth is finally able to get the cloth tied around her arm. She glances over at Flint and the merchant, nodding her head as she quickly pulls out the eleven gold pieces, handing them to the merchant. She glances around at the townspeople, most of the side step the bodies, but a few, mainly men, seem to grow angry at the sight of the their fallen neighbors, even more so when they see Flint standing less than a few feet from them, knowing he had to have some involvement in their deaths. Elizabeth can feel the tension growing in the air. "We'd best get out of here before we have to fight off the whole town." She murmurs quietly to Flint, the first time she's even attempted a joke around him. She turns and walks away from the merchant, glancing over her shoulder at Flint, making sure he's following as she makes her way through town. Once they reach the edge of town, she slows down, letting him take the lead since she doesn't really know much about anything outside of the town.

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Elizabeth is sitting under a tree, her back against the trunk as she polishes her sword. She and Flint have been getting along a little bit better, at least they're not constantly at each others throats like they had been in the beginning. She looking up at the stars, or at least what she can see of them through the trees, as she polishes her sword, not really paying much attention to Flint. She doesn't think he'll run off now, figuring if he was going to run off, he would have tried it already, especially since she's wounded.

Elizabeth glances over at Flint when he asks about her arm. "It's alright," She says, glancing down at it, seeing the piece of cloth she had tied over it right after it had happened. They had been pretty busy the last couple days and she'd never really had the chance to change it. She sets her sword down by the tree and moves over to Flint's rucksack, rummaging through it a little until she finds the bandages. She quickly unties the cloth from her arm, sucking in air through her teeth as she peels it off, the cloth sticking to her skin a little from the dried up blood. She sighs quietly and glances around for some water to clean her wound with.

Spotting the water she moves over to it, tears off a bit of the bandages and pours a little water onto it, not wanting to use up too much of their water. She uses the wet bandage to dab at the blood, cleaning it up. The wound is pretty deep, but she's had much worse before. Once it's all cleaned up, she wraps it up again, with clean bandages. She glances over at Flint, seeing him whittling a stick. Thinking he's not paying attention, she lets the small smile form on her lips as she thinks about her father and how he used to whittle a lot too, when he wasn't working.

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Elizabeth quickly wipes the smile from her face as Flint looks over at her. She tilts her head to the side, as Flint talks, trying to figure out what he's trying to say. She has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as he seems to stumble over the words. "Blood brothers, huh?" She says, when he trails off the last time, not able to keep her face emotionless no matter how hard she tried, a small smirk appearing on her lips. She nods her head, taking a few seconds to get control of her emotions once more, wiping the smirk off her face. "Well, I should probably, uh," She says, trying to thank him for helping her with those guys, not sure she would have been able to take all three of them by herself, but she's never had thank anyone for saving her ass before so she's not really sure what to say. She runs a hand through her hair, "I should thank you for helping me out back there." She says, not really thanking him, just saying that she should, though that's the closest thing to a 'thank you' he'll get from her.

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Elizabeth starts to let her guard down a little, a small smile on her lips as he talks, but at the insult of her people the smile quickly falls away, going back to her stonewalled self. She nods her head slightly when Flint asks if she understands. "Yes, I understand. But, unlike some people, I was trained to keep my opinions to myself and to know when not to run my mouth. Like in an Inn full of people who would much rather kill me than look at me." She says, not actually saying his name or anything, but the implications are clear. She reaches out and takes the apple from him, taking a bite as she leans back again, her eyes on the fire watching the flames dance.

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Elizabeth doesn't say another word as he grunts in response to her miniature outburst, something she'd never done before. It was just that something about him. He can get under her skin so easily, especially when he criticizes her people. She eats her apple quietly, trying to forget about the insult. She glances back over at him as he speaks up again. Frown at the nickname. "Elizabeth," She corrects him. She doesn't let many people use nicknames when talking to her, just friends and family, and he's neither. She is quiet for a few moments, debating whether or not she should answer his question, not really wanting to reveal personal information about herself. 'Well, he'll be dead soon,' She thinks, figuring it's not like he could really tell anyone what she tells him.

"Yeah, my dad taught me." She says with a small nod of her head. "He was in the king's guard as well. He was one of the best." She says, a small smile tugging on her lip as she thinks about her father. "He started to teach me, as soon as I was strong enough to hold the sword up." She adds, glancing up at the sky, reminiscing. It's like as soon as she starts talking, she can't make herself stop. "He was killed, a couple years ago. By your people." She says, the hatred slipping into her voice. She shakes her head, quickly shaking the thoughts away. "He was a great man." She says, leaving it at that.

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Elizabeth keeps her eyes on the sky, looking at the stars as the gets her anger under control again. Once she's calmed herself down, she glances over at Flint, listening to his words. She smiles when he says her father would probably be proud of her. She nods her head, watching him as the grin spreads across his face. Not able to stop the laugh that escapes her lips at his lighthearted joke. "Yeah, you're probably right," She says with a nod of her head. She quickly finishes eating the apple, tossing the apple core away. She takes the blade out of her boot and lays it next to her sword as she lays down in her sleeping bag, her hands under her head as she stares up at the sky for a few moments. "Night, Flint." She says, rolling over onto her side, trying to get comfortable enough to fall to sleep.

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Elizabeth had been sleeping peacefully for once, when she suddenly woken up by the feel of a hand covering her mouth. She's startled awake, her eyes wide as she looks up at Flint, seeing the Tomahawk in his hand. Automatically, her thoughts went to what she thought to be the worst case scenario. She had let her guard down, and now he's going to kill her and run off. But when she sees him motion for her to stay quiet, she realizes that it's something else entirely. When he takes his hand away from her mouth, she glances over at the beasts after he nods in their direction. Her eyes widen, never having seen these creatures before.

Elizabeth slowly gets to her feet, careful not to make any noise. She grabs her sword and her dagger up off the ground, her eyes locked on the creatures. She'd heard stories about them, but never really listened, assuming they were just that, stories. Stories told by old men who looking for a few more seconds of glory. She swallows hard, wishing now that she had listened to the stories. Glancing between Flint and the beasts, she's not sure what to do. Her heart is racing in her chest as she watches the beasts. They poke around their camp a few more moments, one of them coming across Elizabeth's apple core. The creature picks it up, eating it in the blink of an eye. They sniff around a little while longer before the start to move away from the camp. Elizabeth stays still not wanting to make a sound and draw the creatures attention back to them.

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Minutes passed which felt like hours to the ever ready Flint and Elizabeth, both clinging their weapons expecting a possible attack at any moment. Moments later and two of the creatures had wandered away from the campsite, quickly becoming lost in the constantly thickening forest that sprawled all around them. Unfortunately the one who had stumbled across the apple core had remained in the campsite, the way it lowered itself slightly to the ground taking deep loud snorts with its nose large snout like face told Flint the beast was looking for more food. The creature was now in arms reach from both Flint and Elizabeth, its large mouth hanging open exposing row after row of sharp jagged yellow teeth. The smell that lingered on the things breath made Flint want to vomit his jerky from the night before.

Approaching Flint the beast let out a few more loud 'snorts', apparently Flints lack of hygiene had finally paid off for the beast seemed to lose interest in him, turning its snout like face towards Elizabeth for more sniffing. Unfortunately Elizabeth must have smelt somewhat more appetizing for upon smelling her the monster let out a shrill shriek before standing at its full height, its snapping jaws lunging straight for Elizabeth's chest.

Instinct kicked in once again for Flint as he dove at Elizabeth, knocking himself and his companion onto the ground with a loud crash. Rolling off of Elizabeth Flint let his tomahawk fly at the beast with a strong right throw, only to see the blade bounce off of the creature as if it was nothing more then a thrown stone. If anything all the thrown tomahawk had done was anger the creature and alert it to where both Flint and Elizabeth lay. “Shit!” Flint barked while he fumbled pulling his second tomahawk from his belt as the monster began to charge again.

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Elizabeth kept extremely still as the beast kept rooting around for more food. As it moved closer to the two, she took a deep breath and held it, not wanting to give away their location, not that it helped. She's taken by surprise when Flint tackles her to the ground out of the way of the beast. Still finding it hard to believe that he would actually try to save her instead of letting her fend for herself. 'Now's not the time for that Elizabeth,' She tells herself as she glances around quickly, trying to come up with a plan. She looks up at the creature as it charges at them, almost reflexively she grabs her sword, pointing it at the creature. She positions it just right so that as the beast opens its mouth again, to try and bite her, she shoves her sword into his mouth, using all her strength to push it up through the roof of it's mouth. The creature lets out a loud, painful sounding screech. Elizabeth quickly pulls her sword out and stabs it back up into the creatures mouth again, trying to angle it so it will pierce the creature's brain.

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Elizabeth watches as the creature attempts to flee, surprised when Flint jumps onto the creature's back. She quickly lunges at the creature again, stabbing it again, using all her strength. One more loud screech escapes the creature before it falls to the ground, it's dark blood pooling out around it. Once it's clear that the creature is dead, she moves away, scowling at the fowl smelling blood on her sword. She walks back over to her sleeping bag and starts to polish her sword again, cleaning the creature's blood off, letting Flint take care of the creature how ever he'd like.

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Elizabeth stays quiet as Flint talks, watching him saw at the creature's hide. She shakes her head at the mention of her saving his life. "No, you saved mine first. That thing was coming right at me." She says as she continues to clean her sword. "And honestly, I didn't know for sure. I just kind of guessed." She says with a small chuckle. "Observation is a really good skill. I could tell by the scales that the skin would be hard to pierce, and when it snapped at me the first time, I got the chance to see inside it's mouth. It didn't appear to be too protected. I mean, aside from the teeth." She says, running a hand through hair. "Just got lucky, I guess." She finishes with a small shrug of her shoulders

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"Even so, if it wasn't for you, I'd be dead right now." Elizabeth says, keeping her eyes on her sword, not looking at him as she says it, hating to admit it. She glances up at him, as he shows her the hide, her nose crinkling in disgust at the skinned creature laying at Flint's feet, her stomach churning at the sight. She shakes her head quickly when he asks if she's hungry. "Maybe we should move on soon. I know I'm not going back to sleep tonight," She says, and honestly, she doesn't want to be looking at the creature any longer than absolutely necessary, knowing the sun should be coming up soon.

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Elizabeth is looking at her reflection in the creek, seeing how dirty and messed up her hair is. She glances over at Flint, frowning slightly at his words even though he's clearly joking. She's never gone this long without bathing and it's driving her insane. "Look who's talking!" She snaps, her eyes narrowed at Flint. "Well, I'm going to rectify that, right now." She says, as she lays out her sleeping bag. She goes over to her bag and finds some clothes that are nearly clean. "I'm going to bathe in the creek. If I catch you looking, I will gut you." She says, her voice even, no sign of joking in her voice.

Elizabeth walks over to the edge of the creek, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Flint's not looking before she starts to strip. She quickly gets undressed and slowly walks out into the creek, enjoying the feel of water on her skin for the first time in nearly a week. She groans slightly, enjoying the feel of the cool water. She ducks her head under the water, getting her hair wet, doing her best to keep her back to Flint in case he does happen to look over.

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Elizabeth quickly finishes getting washed up, making her way out of the water. She grabs her clean clothes and quickly gets dressed. Walking over toward the campfire to warm up as she runs a hand through her damp hair. As she gets closer, she sees Flint's bleeding hand. "How did you manage that one?" She asks, wringing out her hair a little as she sits down by the fire. She glances at Flint's hand to get a better look at the damage, seeing it's just a slight nick. "You should be more careful." She says, but doesn't move to help him, figuring he can take care of the little nick on his own. "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to get cleaned up too." She adds, leaning back on her hands as she looks up at the sky. "In fact, it would probably help. You don't want that cut to get infected, do you?" She asks.