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Exposure (1 of 2)

I cannot be sure how long I sat there staring into those crackling flames, lost in some kind of self-induced, mind-numbing trance until all that remain are a mound of glowing embers.  The first thing I notice when I am finally aware of my own presence again, is a slight stiffness to the skin of my face where raging tears had dried some time ago by the heat of this pyre.  No longer able to cry, no longer able to release my pain in those long lamenting wolf-inspired howls, I’m left feeling brittle and hollow like a statue...or an urn.

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Ain’t No Vampire – Part III (final)

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((Sorry for sitting on this for so long.  Rated for cussing and a couple of translations listed below, though the entire conversation ICly should be considered spoken in their native gypsyPart I and Part II linked for convenience.))


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Dead Bread

The bread for the dead recipe had been followed perfectly yet the dough would hardly rise. ‘What am I doing wrong?’

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50 words : A, B, C...

Air

Trees whispering as waves of salty breezes rustle through their golden canopies across Eversong Woods...So many voices, somewhat irregular, yet singing in harmony.  Relaxing.  Soothing.  Tranquil.  Many hours lost breathing deeply in meditation.

“Ari’ella...”  The trees are not the only ones whispering.

“Mum...?”  My heart leaps to hope.

“You may not always have a healing potion on hand so remember your ABC’s.”  Words of wisdom instructed to me, her apprentice.

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Association: The Butcher

Thwack!

Thwack!

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The meat cleaver suddenly came to a stop above the hulk of hawk-strider meat on the block.  Beneath the blade’s edge and with vicious intent, the Butcher’s eyes pierced the government’s scribe lurking in doorway of his shop.

“Butcher Huor, I presume?”  The Scribe held a sealed scroll in his hand.

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Tranquillien: Where Troubles Have No End – Hired Guide

“What do you mean my textiles still haven’t arrived?!” A young blond girl was yelling at the Sin’dorei tradeswoman when the ranger in the foxhelm approached the run down village of Tranquillien from the western slope of Sungraze Peak. “I’ve been waiting for four months!”

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Resolution...

The Hunter Comes...

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