

93. Give UpCold. That was probably the only feeling running through the woman’s limbs and body at this point. Even now, the pain had long since lost its dull bite.93. Give Up
Rain. It beat down upon the still body, breath coming in short gasps, dirt and blood covering her tanned skin. The rain was numbing, it would seem- since it had started, little pain had enveloped the half-elf’s mind.
Dull, chocolate eyes stared blankly ahead- lips were ever-so-slightly parted, a stream of crimson running from the corner of her mouth. Unmoving, she lay on her side, continuing to keep a stoic face, even as a howl of rage pierced the thick, black sky.
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
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"It eluded us then, but thats no mattertomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
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"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
-Vladimir Kabanov-
Ben Gerowe A.K.A "TheGreatMinky"
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