Dariana's flock- opened to anyone who wants to be in a flock!!!

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    I'm fine, really. Bird gave him a reassuring smile, the 18 year old got up.
    Now all she needed was to find him,
    Oh her little boy was okay.

    ((I think it would be cool but would cause too much conflict... I guess we'll have to see what develops between the two :)))


    Dariana looked at Bird. "Are you sure you're okay?"

    Yeah, fine. ((How do you like my plot so far? Thats why she's been so nasty to the other girl, her son is up for ransom :) ))

    ((SUPER EPIC!!!)) Dariana smiled. "As long as you're okay."

    Jshe crashed into, and is at the bottom of the tree that he found her in.Her gash is dirty, bleeding badly, and has splinters.)

    Dariana saw the other girl and remembered the cloth in her hand was meant for her head. "Here," she said as she put the cloth on the girl's wound. "What's your name? That would be good to know."

    Hawk's shoulder exploded in a shower of blood. (He was shot.) He brought up the rifle, and saw the sniper. "Die." He hissed, and shot it right through the last sniper's scope.

    Dariana ripped two more pieces of her jacket off: one for Hawk and one for the girl. She handed one two Hawk and replaced the current one on the girl's head with the clean one.

    (I'd like to point out that A:its a head wound, which is half the reason why there so much blood, and B:the wound won't heal well like that, all the dirt and splinters from the tree, and I'm running low on rp Miracle Fries.)

    ((okay! I'll fix that.))


    Dariana pushed his hand away. "You need it badly, too." She took the cloth off the girl's head and noticed that it was covered with dirt and splinters. "Can you get some water from the pond over there? I want to clean her wound." She handed Hawk a water bottle she had found and directed his eyes toward the pond to their left. Dariana began to pick the little splinters out of the wound. It was much more difficult on account of the blood covering all of them.