The uncertainty about him (was he even a him? An it?) rose after his greeting so that it was choking her. All she could do was watch him, feeling as though every single hair on her body was on edge. The anger was still there, of course, blaming him for the loss of the Edge, of Helovia, and all those that had died before they had crossed into the portal. It raged within her still. lying on the edge of a star |
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brightest hour, darkest night - by Kisamoa - 08-08-2017, 06:25 PM
RE: brightest hour, darkest night - by Alysanne - 08-08-2017, 06:44 PM
RE: brightest hour, darkest night - by Kisamoa - 08-08-2017, 07:45 PM
RE: brightest hour, darkest night - by Alysanne - 08-18-2017, 02:27 PM
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