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05-05-2015, 11:12 PM
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"No!" The harshness of her tone is brutal, frightening even herself at the idea of allowing a wounded stranger to die. So many had come to her dying and begging for safety, the chance to live, and yet when one came to her, well, should she say she came to them, dying and wanted to die, she couldn't find the strength to overlook it. Now skidding, spraying sand outwards like a tidal wave, she collects herself before the pair and acknowledges Gaucho and Mara only through a simple nod of the head. Hobgoblin, intrigued by the sight of the snake, gathers himself back into the previous form, waving a small black and white head in a cry for attention, held about Sikeax's neck once more. "You don't need to die. I can heal you." A softer voice spills from her now, pleading silently with weak eyes. "Please." She is no beggar, but for the dying and the wounded, she would allow herself to crumble to wounded knees and plead, using every bit of emotion and need from her soul to bring some sort of life back into them. En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. |
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"No!" The harshness of her tone is brutal, frightening even herself at the idea of allowing a wounded stranger to die. So many had come to her dying and begging for safety, the chance to live, and yet when one came to her, well, should she say she came to them, dying and wanted to die, she couldn't find the strength to overlook it. Now skidding, spraying sand outwards like a tidal wave, she collects herself before the pair and acknowledges Gaucho and Mara only through a simple nod of the head. Hobgoblin, intrigued by the sight of the snake, gathers himself back into the previous form, waving a small black and white head in a cry for attention, held about Sikeax's neck once more. "You don't need to die. I can heal you." A softer voice spills from her now, pleading silently with weak eyes. "Please." She is no beggar, but for the dying and the wounded, she would allow herself to crumble to wounded knees and plead, using every bit of emotion and need from her soul to bring some sort of life back into them. En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. |
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The miserable hath no other medicine, but hope "No!" The harshness of her tone is brutal, frightening even herself at the idea of allowing a wounded stranger to die. So many had come to her dying and begging for safety, the chance to live, and yet when one came to her, well, should she say she came to them, dying and wanted to die, she couldn't find the strength to overlook it. Now skidding, spraying sand outwards like a tidal wave, she collects herself before the pair and acknowledges Gaucho and Mara only through a simple nod of the head. Hobgoblin, intrigued by the sight of the snake, gathers himself back into the previous form, waving a small black and white head in a cry for attention, held about Sikeax's neck once more. "You don't need to die. I can heal you." A softer voice spills from her now, pleading silently with weak eyes. "Please." She is no beggar, but for the dying and the wounded, she would allow herself to crumble to wounded knees and plead, using every bit of emotion and need from her soul to bring some sort of life back into them. |
Love out to Tailormade for these fabulous tables <3
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
