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11-10-2014, 08:06 PM
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A lifeless face that you'll soon forget Another death in this damn forest. Another one she knew. Ophelia walked onto the scene, smelling that all too familiar scent of putrefaction and blood. The memories washed over her like an ice cold chill, and she stepped onto a scene full of faces, some familiar and some not. She tilted her ears back as she caught sight of her sister, coming along side her twin and frowning. Ailith? Ophelia glanced at Ktulu in shock, stunning that their warrior of the Grey was here, dead. She had been so strong! She had fought so hard and so independently. What had this world come to that yet another had fallen victim to whatever demon had claimed this life? The edges of her wounds were ragged, and as her eyes swept over another familiar body, she saw sand. Black hair and now sand. Was this someone from the Throat? Or someone from the Endless Blue? Someone from the Throat would be more easily caught, but the beach went on for miles and miles. Wouldn't that be the ideal place for a killer to hide? Ophelia would have to go there then, explore the shores and discover any secrets along the blue tides. This had to stop. Out of compassion for a the warrior, who had fought for her not so long ago, Ophelia reached around and grabbed a single, white snow flower and placed it on her body. She did not have the skills or the power to burn her like she deserved, and Torleik was busy discovering more with his little griffin. This was all she could offer. "Rest in peace, noble warrior," she murmured softly. "You have made this land proud."  |
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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