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Walking out
Moriah was watching e parasites.
"Why would I waste my precious time by discussing that with a coward like you? You should know by now the reason why I am here, Ezekiel," she called him by his real name.
The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies.
Nrikawn was also surprised while he just returned from the forest. He vaguely recognized the woman in front of his brother, he recalled that perhaps she was Hand of the King's wife, Hadassah Longleaf. He wondered what the hell she was doing there or talking about or acting like an unusual creature. He glanced at his army's Commander,
"Alex. What do you thi
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A Mythical World Broken
Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning. Suddenly everything around her changed.They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickeringthrough the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by day.She somehow knew it was a dream.Morning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefoot girls and women with babes at their breasts. Some drove farm wagons or bumped along in the back of ox carts. More rode: draft horses, ponies, mules, donkeys, anything that would walk or run or roll. One
A Mythical World Fire
No roads ran through the twisted mountain valleys where they walked now. Between the grey stone peaks lay still blue lakes, long and deep and narrow, and the green gloom of endless piney woods. The russet and gold of autumn leaves grew less common when they left the wolfswood to climb amongst the old flint hills, and vanished by the time those hills had turned to mountains. Giant grey-green sentinels loomed above them now, and spruce and fir and soldier pines in endless profusion. The undergrowth was sparse beneath them, the forest floor carpeted in dark green needles. When they lost their way, as happened once or twice, they need only wait for a clear cold night when the clouds did not intrude, and look up in the sky for the Ice Dragon. The blue star in the dragon's eye pointed the way north, as Osha told him once. Thinking of Osha made Bran wonder where she was. He pictured her safe in White Harbor with Rickon and Shaggydog, eating eels and fish and hot crab pie with fat Lord Mande
A Mythical World When it hurts
At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self."Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo." The flames exploded around the pyre when the leaves touched the water, her ragged breath quickened. She took a sharp intake and knelt in front of the pyre and picked up the next ingredient. "Blood Soil," she muttered and poured the brown soil and tiny pebbles into the hissing water, which she had collected from this battle.
A Mythical World Action
Chapter 1: Encounter I let out a moan softly. Though I didn't want to, his tongue is really doing the trick, making me all tingle down my legs. He brushes my tongue with the warm tip of his and the moment he gets the hint that I want more, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, exploring it widely. I pull his jacket closer to my body, his right hand hovering over my breast, giving it the magical touch. He pulls up my right leg with his another hand, wrapping it around his hips strongly, so I can feel his erection between my legs, throbbing. As he untangles his mouth from mine maybe just to look at my face, I see my saliva signs at the corner of his mouth and all the swollen lips from biting, he slaps me across the face. He slaps me hard. "Ahh!" For a second, a feeling of sharp pain goes through my head, but I recover quick as the anger and confusion and surprise take over. What the actual fuck that was for? How come I didn't sense it coming? I watch that jerk is grinning hard
A Mythical World I thought so
The torches shimmered brightly against the hammered metal of the wall sconces, filling the Queen's Ballroom with silvery light. Yet there was still darkness in that hall. Sansa could see it in the pale eyes of Ser Ilyn Payne, who stood by the back door still as stone, taking neither food nor wine. She could hear it in Lord Gyles's racking cough, and the whispered voice of Osney Kettleblack when he slipped in to bring Cersei the tidings.Sansa was finishing her broth when he came the first time, entering through the back. She glimpsed him talking to his brother Osfryd. Then he climbed the dais and knelt beside the high seat, smelling of horse, four long thin scratches on his cheek crusted with scabs, his hair falling down past his collar and into his eyes. For all his whispering, Sansa could not help but hear. "The fleets are locked in battle. Some archers got ashore, but the Hound's cut them to pieces, Y'Grace. Your brother's raising his chain, I heard the signal. Some drunkards down
A Mythical World A drunk night
Lynn Vandestine "I-I wanna be drunk," she pouts her lips, stumbling over his shoulder. "L-let m-me d-drinkkk, s-swe-eet baby," she slurs her words, mumbling. Lynn straightens her, looking at her puffy, red eyes. "Sweet baby? I think you are already drunk, Sam. How about I carry you and send you home? Your mother wants to see you," he says in a soft tone. She slaps his hands away, then glances at the bartender. "Nooo! I wanna drink m-more. Give me two glass of Margarita. See, this girl with me? S-she will drink with me, t-too!" Lynn thanks his friend Ray in mind for tracking her phone, otherwise he wouldn't find her in this bar. These kinds of bars are obviously dangerous for lonely girls, more she's drunk now. He sighs and pays the bill with his credit card, thinking that no wonder she used a fake ID card to order drinks. "C'mon, you have drunk enough. Time to go home," he takes her purse and puts her arm around her, watching her steps. They slowly walk to the entrance door and
A Mythical World Crossover
The phone was ringing continuously. And boringly Dea relaxed herself under the shower, letting the water wash the soap lather from her body. She turned off the showerhead after quite a while and brushed the fog away from the mirror glass by her hand. She intensely looked into her brown eyes, while water was dripping from her hair. Then she let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped a towel around her naked body After she stepped out from the bathroom, she picked up the phone, praising the caller's super lengthy patience. "What's up, Myung-dae?" "Gosh. What's with that voice?" His voice came through. "Are you alright? "No, I don't think I'm. And yeah I was, until now," she replied curtly. "I feel annoyed. What did you call for? "Really? CIO Ji-ho got the IP address a minute ago, so I called you to let you know that. Dea put the phone in loudspeaker and started to shake the water from her hair gently, glancing at the hair dryer. She plugged it in with the socket, putting it on l
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Lynn Vandestine He pushes the door open of his new studi Painting has always been his hobby, but it is his first time to open a workshop like this. When he was in his adolescence, it wasn't one of his pleasant times. In order to lighten his mood, he used to climb up at the top of his favourite mountain, with papers and paints in the backpack. Often, he brushed colors gently on the canvas, while thinking if a girl would appear in front of him just like that drawin Now, the place can catch a plenty of natural light, one of the reason why he bought this. The layout is flexible, it's enough big for his work. The paintings around the studio are mostly portraits, but he drew some landscapes, too, tried to do another genr "Hi, Tom!" he greets the guy, who is moving his brush with so much attention, benting towards the easel. Tom is a local artist and a student of art college, once Lynn helped his big brother with a mission, so he knew him a little. When Lynn needed an assistant for
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