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Ooc: Have him touch the page! He'd get a flash back of right after the Soul Sword was driven into Natara's throat.
Natara ignored him forcefully. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Natara coughed up the sinful blood that flooded her lungs and mouth, it hurt so much...
And the ropes were being tightened again. To force out as much blood as possible. Tears ran down her face, mingling with the blood that savagely tore at the inside of her throat. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"Having fun?"
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"Would you have really wanted to?"
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |