remember the gun and the damage it's done.

[Misery]

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MISERY Kaena had been a proud and wickedly beautiful creature the last time Misery had seen her. She appreciated the scars, appreciated the warrior's body. She looked broken now, it was strange and made her feel a bit unbalanced. It did not suit the coyote woman. She crouched down - the pain in her bad leg was nearly maddening, holding a hand out to Kaena to help her up. "What the hell happened?"" She wanted to beat whatever male -she assumed it was a male, filthy, disgusting animals that most of them were. Kaena's behavior was so similiar to what Misery's had been after Salvaged. She was only guessing - probably wrong, she often was. Perhaps Kaena had murdered someone - but she doubted it. Kaena was the type after murder a good fuck, a good drink, and a good sleep was her reward. Not this blank staring woman who scrubbed her own pelt until blood sprung forth.

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