Mary Cartwright

"Only good demon is a dead one." * Rogue Demon Hunter * Twin sister to @1stBornHunter * For @1880Reloaded

[@1stBornHunter] ~the wind to another location. She was thinking that the ocean would work nicely for them. She would just be happy if as long as they left them alone. Holstering her gun. “Let’s hope that the storm lets up soon.”

[@1stBornHunter] ~they go away soon.” Relaxing a little before she asked, “Do you want to do watches or do you trust that door?” As loud as knocking was, she wasn’t sure that the door will hold all night. They could only hope that the sprites would ride~

[@1stBornHunter] ~such tiny things. The fact that they were causing that much of a racket was worrisome. Not surprising though. They learned quickly that not everything was as they seem. Releasing the breath that she had been holding. “Annoying pests. I hope~

[@1stBornHunter] ~the understanding that one should have someone watching out for them. Holding her breath, her eyes widen a little at his reaction. Something was out there. The look on his face said that. His words caused her brows to raise. Sprites were~

[@1stBornHunter] ~Hoping to be let in.” They both knew that would be a bad thing to happen.

[@1stBornHunter] ~those words came out of her mouth, there was another bang at the door. It was just as loud as the last one. Then there was just the howl of the wind. Like before. Looking back at her brother, “Let’s hope it’s not knocking on the door.~

[@1stBornHunter] ~face, she focused on the door as she tried to calm her heartbeat. The noise had startled her so much, it felt like her heart tried to leap from her chest. At his comment, she gave him an annoyed look, “Please tell me you’re joking?” As~

[@1stBornHunter] ~dealt with everything. That or getting lost in a book. Unfortunately, a book wasn’t going to cut it tonight. Not with how the wind was howling. She jumped with her gun ready as well with the loud bang echoing through the hut. With a grim~

[@1stBornHunter] ~when they get back home.

[@1stBornHunter] ~her mind they were fine and everything would be the same when they got back. Of course, in the back of her head she knew that nothing would ever be the same. Still, she kept telling herself that. Deciding that she would deal with the changes~

[@1stBornHunter] ~was everything. Thinking on the question for a moment, “I think they’re doing fine. Going on with normal life. Arguing and driving themselves crazy.” She didn’t say that she had to see them that way. Anything else was unthinkable. So, in~

[@1stBornHunter] ~imagining what could be out there. At his question, she blinked and turned towards him. Seeing the look on his face. He was worried. Rightly so. When they set out to do this, they knew that this wouldn’t be easy. Still, it was hard. Family~

[@1stBornHunter] ~They needed something to keep going. Sitting down near the fire and Adam, she tried not to listen to the howl of the wind. Not wanting to know what was out there. Instead, she pretended that they were both back home. It was better than~

[@1stBornHunter] ~long this storm was going to last. She rather error on the side of cautious.

[@1stBornHunter] ~ Pulling out a box of matches, she walks over to were Adam is and taps him on the arm with the box, “We might want to stick to dry food tonight. Just to be safe.” They could use their drinking water for cooking but they didn’t know how~

[@1stBornHunter] ~down quickly, it will be dark soon. Best not chance it.” Moving over, she started to dig in one of her packs, “I hope so. We already have enough to deal with. A weather spirit trying to kill us is not something I want to add to the list.”~

[@1stBornHunter] ~continued to rub Goldie’s neck, she looked around. Trey to gauge their surroundings. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was better than being out there in the storm. Nodding, “Well, we will be here for a night then at least. Even if it calms~