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The Thoughts and Feelings of OuEstLaCraie
A place for thoughts, ramblings, and reflections; a sort of blog, if you will, where I'll share the daily drudgery of my life, the fun things I do with friends, and any random ideas I have for rolling around in my noggin. Enjoy : )
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Rebellion Brings Out the Worst in People |
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"The troops are gathering from across the continent," Scorn announced to the select group of people by her side, glancing over a sort-of roll call of those already gathered. "The Necoren have just arrived and Shiva's army's been here about a week, and the Puddle Travelers are mobilizing, aye, Amadahy?"
"Aye," the Puddle Maiden agreed. "They'll be here early on the morrow."
"Good, good..."
She had seemed about to say more, and the Maiden, as always, had a few questions on the tip of her tongue, when a wild thrashing and tramping came to them from the forest. Every person within earshot (and some out of it) drew blades of varying sizes and other manner of weaponry, all set for battle and disappointed to see a lone figure stumble out of the underbrush, a bit scratched and quite bewildered.
"What the hell...?" Scorn muttered to herself, dropping her sword, as the others followed suit. Amadahy sheathed her blade after half a moment's hesitation, face set in a scowl that any of her friends couold tell you was most uncharacterisitc of her. She pushed past the Loki and the Queen in her way, practically growling as she identified the visitor in a menacing whisper:
"Balint."
The newcomer looked up from tending a nasty cut on his thigh. His face registered only shock. "Amadahy. My God, it's..." The pleasantires died in his throat as she marched closer. His eyes widened. "Ama, come now...what are you doing? Amadahy, please, I've come a long way, to help you all..."
"And what makes you think I care?" Amadahy snarled, snatching him up by the scruff of the neck like a mother cat and her misbehaving kitten. "Come now, Balint. We have much to discuss."
Dear Lord, he thought, looking to the others gathered around for help. Shiva's eyes were hard; Zelphur was grinning; Xenon looked a tad worried; Scorn hid a smirk by glancing back to her paperwork. He would find no aide here. And I thought they'd welcome me with open arms, he thought wildly, as the Maiden dragged him back into the trees and a good hundred yards away. He was glad for that; at least, out here, no one could here him scream.
 OuEstLaCraie · Sat Jul 26, 2008 @ 03:19am · 0 Comments |
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