10-16-2009, 11:45 PM
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MISERY Kaena was scrubbing herself. She could smell that coppery tang in the air - blood. She moved closer, quickening her pace to the point of causing a flare of pain to shoot up and down her bad leg. This would not do. Something had happened to the female - something terrible. Misery remembered Salvaged then, remembered her own blankly terrified reaction. There was no amount of scrubbing to wash away that kind of stain. Sometimes it ran deep, laying within your belly. He had given her Poe and Samhain for that dark night - and in a strange, weird way, her Damian. Her Crimson King, the dark dragon that now burrowed deep within her mind
MISERY"Stop it." Sharp and commanding, she was full of worry. Misery had never been good at dealing with worry. Her normal solution to it was prayer or simply ignoring the problem, but she couldn't quite bring herself to ignore Kaena. She had felt a kinship with the grizzled coy, whether or not the woman felt it back. Her legs were weak, but her arms were quick and strong. She poked the dull, rounded edge of the long walking stick - more a stave then anything - into Kaena's ribcage and pushed until the hybrid fell over. "You can't wash it away." Bitter words, but they rang true.
MISERY"Stop it." Sharp and commanding, she was full of worry. Misery had never been good at dealing with worry. Her normal solution to it was prayer or simply ignoring the problem, but she couldn't quite bring herself to ignore Kaena. She had felt a kinship with the grizzled coy, whether or not the woman felt it back. Her legs were weak, but her arms were quick and strong. She poked the dull, rounded edge of the long walking stick - more a stave then anything - into Kaena's ribcage and pushed until the hybrid fell over. "You can't wash it away." Bitter words, but they rang true.
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