Ocelot

Imaginary Friends I say.

SHHHHH! Don't tell my OCs they're imaginary, they'll die! 

Bianca continues to flee further and further away. Her body begins to glow faintly with the same red energy Deminu noticed before.

Bianca hears Riley coming and assumes it's Zamir. She speeds up.

Bianca's wails can be heard in the distance as she runs further away, the gem pouch still in her  possession.

Bianca's eyes grow wide and terrified at Zamir's threats. She starts running.

'Your eyes are like my pouch are like Zamir's blood.' Bianca comments.

demmy, please don't cry

((I agree with Deminu.))

Bianca shakes her head. 'I don't know!'

Bianca seems slightly comforted.

I feel as if the scene is moving too quickly to signify 'peace'... if it were 3, 4, 5 times slower, maybe  

'D-don't-'

((I came here for roleplay, not arguing over what is and isn't a swear word.))

'Zaaaaaamir. Don't hurt him!'

Excuse me?! That emoticon is a symbol of my people's past, present and future. How dare you disrespect the history that defines us, how dare you place dishonour upon what our soldiers past have fought for?!

Bianca stands frozen where she is, pupils huge.

'Zamir is-' She looks over at him with huge, terrified eyes, upon hearing his yelp.

(My posting sucks, sorry... ;n; )

'Zamir told me not to...' She murmurs. 'I want to be good...'

Bianca blinks. She seems to emit a strange, reddish glow for a split second.

'Because they're monsters!'

'Okay! But they want to hurt me...'

((Sure, send me the writing, it would be cool to see... but I warn you and me both, I will get down and be jealous over it at first))

'I have to save the monsters!' She says frantically.

'They're trapped!' Her voice is rambling. 'Big wolves and scary lizards that try to kill me... but I'm going to help them!'

(Thanks, I guess..? :/ )

'They have monsters inside them... I'm setting them free!'

(Just don't talk like we're noobs because we don't type pages...)

(Eh, I've kinda just gone downhill)

'I'm finding the shiny gems!'

She charged towards him happily. It's clear she isn't a threat, she's barely more than a child.

((Either you're good, or I'm bad.))

(It's... so... good...)

'I can hear you!' Bianca giggles.