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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/15/2015 1:41:19 AM
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[b]She sees, she runs, she hides, she waits. She hums a tune of death and plague and blood. She huddles, she looks, she sees energy of void. She stops, and hides again and again and more[/b]
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[b]the Knight takes a knee and breaths heavily, it's chest raises and falls, she notice that the knight is female[/b]
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[b]She wonders, not understand. Knight, female?[/b]
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[b]the Knight raises and looks around[/b] (In the hive language) "I swear, these fallen scum are becoming more and more of a nuisance."
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*She sings, it's louder, rupturing anything around. Rocks break, trees burn, ground Crack, bodies explode*
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 9/15/2015 1:54:28 AM[b]she turns to her direction[/b] "The doom Weaver? Here on earth?"
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[b]she hears, she stops, doom ending. She stands, and runs, and runs, and more. She trips, falls, smashes into a rock. She bleeds, but stands, and runs some more[/b]
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"Well then, she was shy."
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[b]she stops, can't breath, looks back, scared. Found, how so? Insane, can't be, yet here was evidence. She stood still, couldn't breath[/b]
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[b]she sits down and works on her sword, sharpening the blade to make it cut through armor and bone[/b]
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[b]She looks, suprised. Hive, not chasing? How odd. She turns. She walks, she sits[/b]
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[b]she decides to walk to the girl, she must be scared out of her mind[/b]
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[b]she sees, she readies. She hums, readying the tune of doom and sorrow. She looks, she hums, she has tears.[/b]
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[b]she looks at her and sighs[/b] "You must be scared witless."
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Why don't you chase me.
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"If I wanted to chase you, I would have caught you."
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..... [b]she thinks, and thinks, and thinks again[/b]
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[b]she puts her sword down and looks at the frightened girl, this was the doom Weaver, a person that could tear apart a army with just her voice and she was scared, very strange[/b]
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Um...
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"That wound isn't going to heal on it's own, here, this should clean it." [b]she hands her a jar filled with foul smelling gel[/b]
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Why are you helping me....
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"Because it's better to have you as a ally then a enemy."
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The other weavers wouldn't agree
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"I know, that's why I'm being careful, all of them could kill me with their voice, attack me before you leave so they think I tried to capture you."
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Ok....
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[b]she stands up and checks her sword, making sure it still held the edge she had worked so hard to get[/b]
