Rip was tense. Eyes and ears strained to catch any sight, any sound of her captor, of the dreadful Dark Hunter. Her musket was trained on the entrance, positive he would enter there! There was only the one and other then that there were windows, too high for anyone to enter from. Normally anyway.
The huntress was tense, fear and adrenaline coursing through her system as she waited, still and silent.
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Date: 2010-06-29 08:04 pm (UTC)From:The huntress was tense, fear and adrenaline coursing through her system as she waited, still and silent.