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"Please... D-Don't fight." Narrowleaf mumbled.
"N-No. I'm f-f-fine..." Narrowleaf lied, standing up.
Narrowleaf screamed, falling to the ground. "D-Don't do th-that!!" He said.
Yeah. Accepted.
Inbox is full...
...Signups are back open. Lookin' for a replacement.
...Good job getting banned. We'll need a replacement.
Narrowleaf rose from the ground. "Must... Serve..." He mumbled, eyes glowing. He snarled, transforming into a timberwolf.
Narrowleaf took a flask from his bag and took a sip. "...J-Just great. The first two p-ponies not to rob me are m-mares. I'm an idiot..." He...
"R-Right." He said. "I hope the wound isn't too b-bad..."
Narrowleaf collapsed. "I'm... S-Sorry..." He groaned, blacking out.
"I d-do as well. If th-there isn't enough, that is..." Narrowleaf replied.
Narrowleaf shrugged. "I've been s-saving a few s-syringes of painkillers, j-just in case she wants 'em." He said.
"...Th-This is miss Eluuna. I f-found her in an alleyway, b-bleeding..." He replied.
Narrowleaf began to growl at the clones. "B-Back... off..." He mumbled, faintly. "...I need my head to b-breathe..."
Several members of The Order grabbed Narrowleaf from behind, placing a silver collar around his neck. He screamed out in pain as they threw him to...
"...Oh gods... No..." Narrowleaf murmured, stopping. "...N-No..."
"We need to hurry." Narrowleaf said. "They're coming."
Narrowleaf began to tremble. "Th-They're coming this way..." He mumbled. "I can smell them... The Order..."
Narrowleaf yawned. "Last few days were exhausting..." He mumbled. "I'm... I'm just glad you're back, Brisk. And that I could get my secret of my...
