||They Speak In Tongues And Breathe Bitter Flames|| (p)

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    She frowned and followed him inside. She got in front of him and started walking down a dimly lit hallway to be greeted by a terribly familiar voice. "Amara, darling, welcome home." The old man laughed, walking up to Amara and taking out his knife. Amara just looked horrified as he slid his knife down her face. She numbly felt the pain, but she was frozen. "Your friend is in the room to the right. The cat's still alive, don't worry," The old man said with a chuckle.

    Tobin glared over, eyes becoming that hazed glow of blue. He watched Amara and the strange man. "Fus..." He moved an arm in front of Amara to keep her shielded from the force. "Ro..."

    "Dah!" Tobin shouted and the force held nothing back against his target. He's gaze faded some and he looked over, off in the dorection he told Kharjo was. He gave his sword a swift twirl. "Kharjo!" He called.

    The old man toppled to the floor, unconscious. Blood dripped off Amara's face rapidly. Peter had a knife up to Kharjo's throat, and a malicious smirk on his face. Amara went into the room Kharjo was in.

    Tobin glared at the sight before him, the energy from his shout still cooling off. He'd have to wait for a few seconds. His grip tightened on his blade out of anger. Kharjo kept his ears flattened, watching Tobin. Tobin then glanced at Amara, watching the blood drip. His free hand glowed a dull gold, a spell he knew that could heal others, it was aimed for Amara. As if apologizing for earlier.

    Amara eyed him with a deep frown as her wound healed. "Peter. Step away from the cat," she instructed, a dagger in her hand. Peter grinned. "Ah, so the little princess decided to show up. How about you come here and I'll-" He stopped talking as Amara's dagger landed in his skull. Amara looked unfazed as she walked over to Kharjo.

    Tobin stepped over and helped the khajiit to his feet, letting him lean on Tobin. "Make sure that other guy burns with the rest of this place. He doesn't need to wake up to anything but the gates of Oblivion." He muttered the last part to himself, aiming the request to Amara. Kharjo winced and limped to keep up with Tobin as he held himself up.

    Amara nodded and grabbed a lamp and some oil from a closet. After drizzling the entire place in oil, she went outside and threw the lamp inside. She looked over at Kharjo. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. She was attached to these two, and already cared about the both of them immensely. In the short amount of time she'd known them, she had shown more emotion than she had her entire life.

    Tobin glanced at the Khajiit. Kharjo looked at Amara. He nodded slowly. Tobin helped him onto the horse before climbing up himself. "Ill go hunt, i want you in bed." He ordered. Kharjo growled and held Tobin's shoulders for support. Tobin was very over protective over those he held close. Wheb they got bsck with food, he would want to speak with Amara in private.

    Amara hopped on her horse and started heading back to the cottage. There was still a faint scar left on her cheek, but it was a lot better than an open wound. She rode in silence, and when they got back she put her horse in the stables. It was the dead of night, and she was tired. She yawned quietly before petting her horse.

    Tobin climbed off of the horse and helped Kharjo up stairs into bed. He blew out the candles and let him rest before grabbing his bow. Be readied to leave, sighing softly. He wasn't sure if it was right to speak with her yet. It was dark out and she seemed tired. But, like most nights, Tobin was wide awake.

    Amara went into the cottage and grabbed a book. She would stay awake, just to make sure they didn't try to come back. She was reading a book on baking, since she wanted to give Kharjo some sweet rolls.

    Tobin walked through the woods. It was thick and dark through here. He drew an arrow and readied it, scanning around carefully. He listened for any movement.

    Tobin looked over his shoulder before turning. "They're pretty good..." He answered softly. He shrugged slightly, gazing back around him. He doubting he'd find anything here at this time of night.

    He stepped over. "Im sorry i got like that earlier. I never get that way." He apologized. "I just wanted you to know that im not mad at you." He promised.