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I don't have kik.
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Post by blacknoise on Nov 6, 2015 19:56:41 GMT
Valiya was breathing hard, vision blurry as she stumbled back. Her hand hurt so much, she couldn't tell if it was the deink or her own flood of tears, bit she could not see straight either way. Holding her hand back so she couldn't see it, she stepped towards the guard. While she was drunk and in excruciating pain, she had enough sense to know two very important facts. One, pain meant she hadn't permenantly destroyed her hand, it could be healed with magic. Two, she needed to keep it hidden, if she saw it she might send herself into shock.
As the guard shouted out his most horrible name for her, she swung the pommel of her sword as hard as she could, aiming to smash his head in. Through the pain, she knew she wouldn't be able to kill the guard this way. But if she hit hard enough, maybe she'd knock him out, then his stupid, grating voice would shut up.
Home, healing, Alek. These three things were the only ones on her mind after the strike, whether she succeeded or not.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 9, 2015 14:28:11 GMT
Amidst the haze of pain and heat, a shimmer flashed. Drak tried to pull away, but the heavy butt bashed hard against the side of his head. Faster than a fek at the house of the in-laws, Drak plummeted to the ground. There he lay, head ringing loud as a funeral knell, blood dripping down the side of his face. He did not rise again.
A Dream of Drak
Fog. Darkness. Nothingness. Where did tha' she-devil... do I smell sausages? Sabrina must be cooking me up somethin' delicious. God, I love tha' woman half to death. After breakfast, we're gonna fek, no doubt. Maybe she'll even use tha sausages.
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