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06-15-2015, 04:57 AM
Gull At first, you wonder if she has taken you literally, for the filly takes a careful step back and regards you with watchful eyes. Normally, you are one to laugh at your own jokes, but today, your sarcasm rings painfully true. The silence that follows is only broken by more of your hacking and wheezing; thus in your distraction you do not notice the flash of scales and the whip of a dragon’s tail, nor can you see the thin plume of steam rising from the ice above. You can scent something faintly acrid, but with the burning in your lungs it is easy to assume that the smoky air is nearer to you than not. “If you’re dead,” she says finally, weighing every word, “Why are you still breathing?” Now you laugh, the short burst of harsh chuckling turned coughing once again. “Good question, girlie,” you finally rasp when you catch your breath. “Though I’m barely doing that, as you can see,” you add in a gravelly voice, feeling your airway constrict again. You cough once more, then peer past her. You have been mildly entertained by the strange girl, but you’re on the hunt and have no time for chitchat. “Tell me, girlie,” you murmur as you stare into the ever-deepening blue tunnel behind her. “Has anybody been this way lately? Or seen—“ You pause to hack—“Seen anything unusual?” If the killer had come this way, it is possible that he had disturbed the dark filly as well. @[Nymeria] trouble just grew wings |
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