Rory suddenly froze, the presence of another washing over her like a fog. Immediately she rolled off the side of the rock, body flat on the ground as she hid within the never ending flowers that stretched over to the horizon. Her blonde hair sprawled out all around her in the dirt, green eyes wide and fingers trembling deep into the soft earth. Someone was here, but who could it be? If it was anyone, Demon or Angel, she would be in big trouble. The only other she would be safe with would be Lore.
She could hear a soft rustling in the distance, the rustling too uniform to be the wind even though the sounds were jagged and swift. Rory's eyes narrowed as she concluded whatever was walking was injured, she could take on an injured Demon right?
She exhaled once, beads of dirt by her mouth rolling away before she shut her eyes for just a moment and popped her head up from the safety of the flowers. Her teeth were barred in defense, freckled nose wrinkled and eyes like that of poison while she scanned the horizon.
And that's when she saw him, she could spot that Demon out from anywhere. But there was something wrong. Her hands tightened into fists at her side as she realized he was hurt, and from the way he walked it was bad. Rory stood up carefully now, almost thinking that this had to be some sort of trap while sticks and pink and purple flower petals remained stuck in her silvery hair. "Lore?" she called out quizzically to the figure that seemed so familiar, her features softening and her wings relaxing against her back. "Lore is that you?" she called again as she broke into a nervous trot in his direction towards the Demon territory, eyes set on the limp that plagued his steps.
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