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kahlua Her pupiless eyes watched with calculating efficiency as she lunged toward Luken, but what she never expected was for her fellow Glazier to come bursting through the tree line and get in her way. Her pincers sunk into his neck, but the painted demon was sorely disappointed. From the mane that draped down his neck came a glowing yellow light, soft and comforting, and it made her want to scream. And scream she did, a terrible, piercing noise as she backed away from the light, apparently emanating from a pinecone that hung on his neck. At least there was blood, a little bit, dripping down his neck. It was small consolation for the light, which seemed to try and drive her further back. But eventually the glowing stopped and Kahlua glowered at the stallion, wishing to step closer to him but not wanting to fall prey to the light once more. “Yes, Luken, run away!” she called after the retreating draft child, chuckling to herself that she, little Kahlua, could send him running so. If she could scare them all away, perhaps she could call the Edge her own then. Queen Kahlua among her forest of rotting trees. “This is not the Glazier you know, Aaron,” she hummed, as she often did in life, but the sound was cold and distant instead of bright and happy. But she would not have the Glazier today, she could see that, so she turned away from him, disappearing into the woods, calling out after him as she left. “But don’t come back. You won’t be so lucky next time.” She didn’t actually know this. She had no idea what that light was or why it had affected her so, but she was determined not to fail in her endeavors. |
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for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
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