the archer's bows have broken
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That’s... despicable. Adelaida’s words came out softly and calmly, which surprised her, for as they formed on her lips she could feel the hatred and anxiety bubbling up inside her. How many times before had she had an outburst, saying the wrong time at the wrong time, loudly and frantically? Yet now her words came out collected, almost mechanically, though she assumed they still said the wrong thing. Perhaps the sunset did have a calming effect on her, or it was the female sitting besides her, who unlike other coyotes she had come across had yet to attack her with either words or fangs. Yet the female, who seemed so casually to proclaim she was from Inferni, angered Adelaida. Inferni, to the masked female, was not a casual thing, and though the stranger was unaware of the suffering Inferni had stirred in the life of some, Adelaida assumed that the female before her was in on the action. As far as Adelaida was concerned all coyotes were. Inferni is disgusting, a blight on these lands. I wish they had burned up in the fire that sent everyone fleeing here.


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