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[gunah]

 


A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[vindictam]

frightened under attack, fallen flat on my back, arms and legs I'm too scared to beg ( x )

[gunah]

[ The miles and miles of cracked earth and dried out grass feel familiar to her somehow, though not the heat bearing down heavy on their heads. Here the grass grow taller than men and she could run through them like a maze if only each contact doesn't leave her jumping back, startled, mistaking it for sharpened nails, the roughened skin of some strange alien creature. Hand over her eyes, she squints to make out the mountain looming in the distance like a beacon of hope and respite from the merciless sun. But when the breeze stirs, she shivers a little. Not from the cold.

The whistle is the only warning they get before the deluge of arrows tipped with fire and she finds herself shrieking in fear and ducking to the ground with arms over her head. All about, others are fleeing, brandishing weapons and fighting back as Shuyi looks on, heart pounding against her chest. Get up.

With a quick intake of breath, she jumps to her feet and puts two fingers in her mouth to whistle, catch the attention of the walking tree-barks with sharpened needles for fingers, as she runs about in circles. First a wide one to draw in as many of them as she could and spiraling in until the creatures form a broken circle about her. That's when, catching her breath all the while and staring in wide-eyed fear at them all, her veins begin to glow pale blue under her skin. She remembers to duck just as her palms nearly meet, between them a blinding white light that would sear itself into your eyes before it blasts out, scatters in a widening disc of brightness and heat that breaks the Koleska apart at the waist. Some slashed apart in half while those who still could tried to flee.

Only that's when the archers know to zero in on her, the tall grass about her now singed if not dissolved into invisible atoms, giving them a clear view. An arrow to the leg is all it takes to bring her down screaming and crying in pain. ]

gently makes au???

[vindictam]

[ In so many ways, he grew immune to certain sounds now, there was so much he heard and heard over again. Blood and death and blood. It blurred altogether.

Some sounds, however, he still found grating, and he told himself there were other reasons, like discretion, that he preferred to slice the girl's of the golden cat throats with his palm over their mouth. It was not that, he disliked the sound of their screaming. It was too much and too similar, and his mind no longer allowed that, if he was going to succeed.

Hates it, like he hates so much now with so little else, and this fight, just another paid mission given and followed through with the promise of some kind of retribution in the future, he went.

Could ignore everything else, except the sound of her screaming and when he moves to close in on her, it's only to silence her. Clamp her mouth shut and keep her silent and get it out of his head.

But he looks at her and he looks at her and can't. Hands won't listen and he's there first because he always moved too quick. Fast as light, as shadows, as things that take up spaces in those life-death-life moments that exist in between heart beats. ]

Get up. Move. [ It's a hiss. The others will be coming soon. Damnit, has to move them through this. ]