She waited in the trees by the side of the trail. She didn't have to stay there long. About an hour after she'd left him, she saw him on the trail, heading towards the castle. She sniffed the air, and smelled deer. How was that right?
She poked her head out of the trees and whined at him.
He turned sharply, obviously not expecting to see her there.
"Renee?" he asked. In response, she shifted into Nymphan form.
"Why do I smell deer?" she asked.
He hung his head. "I couldn't do it," he said.
She nodded. "Where will you go?" she asked.
He looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You will have to run," she said. "When my mistress finds out that you didn't kill her, she'll want you dead. I wouldn' tbe surprised if she sent me after you."
"I'm not going to run," he said.
"Then what are you going to do?" she asked.
He reached into a bag and pulled out a heart. To Renee, it was obviously a deer's heart. It smelled of deer strongly.
"I'm going to give her this," he said.
Renee shook her head. "She'll never fall for that. She'll kill you," she said.
"Well that's a risk I'm going to have o take. I don't see any other choice. If I run, She'll send you after me, and I'll die. If I do this, there's a chance that she believes it, a chance that the hunting of wolves is outlawed, and a chance that I get out of this alive."
"You don't have to though," Renee argued weakly, though she knew that it was futile. He had made up his mind.
He shook his head. "I have to Renee. I'm sorry."
He turned to walk away.
"Rornek!," she said, grabbing onto his arm. He turned to her, and she kissed him quickly, just a slight touch of her lips to his. "Be careful," she said, looking right in his eyes before turning and running off into the woods, leaving him standing on the path, staring at the trees that she had vanished into.
She poked her head out of the trees and whined at him.
He turned sharply, obviously not expecting to see her there.
"Renee?" he asked. In response, she shifted into Nymphan form.
"Why do I smell deer?" she asked.
He hung his head. "I couldn't do it," he said.
She nodded. "Where will you go?" she asked.
He looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You will have to run," she said. "When my mistress finds out that you didn't kill her, she'll want you dead. I wouldn' tbe surprised if she sent me after you."
"I'm not going to run," he said.
"Then what are you going to do?" she asked.
He reached into a bag and pulled out a heart. To Renee, it was obviously a deer's heart. It smelled of deer strongly.
"I'm going to give her this," he said.
Renee shook her head. "She'll never fall for that. She'll kill you," she said.
"Well that's a risk I'm going to have o take. I don't see any other choice. If I run, She'll send you after me, and I'll die. If I do this, there's a chance that she believes it, a chance that the hunting of wolves is outlawed, and a chance that I get out of this alive."
"You don't have to though," Renee argued weakly, though she knew that it was futile. He had made up his mind.
He shook his head. "I have to Renee. I'm sorry."
He turned to walk away.
"Rornek!," she said, grabbing onto his arm. He turned to her, and she kissed him quickly, just a slight touch of her lips to his. "Be careful," she said, looking right in his eyes before turning and running off into the woods, leaving him standing on the path, staring at the trees that she had vanished into.