by MillietheWarrior » 04/03/2014 9:26 PM
The woman shook her head, tempted to chuck a sandal at the man and tell him to shut the hell up and do something useful, when a sudden, throbbing pain developed in her lower jaw. She winced, one hand reaching up to rub tenderly at her chin, and the other clutching her sword to her chest. Ow…fuck…what the hell is-
She coughed loudly, drawing in a ragged breath as something that tasted vaguely like ash slid through her throat and dribbled down her chin. “What-?” The viscous liquid was pure white in substance, and vaguely resembled the liquid that had coated the blonde captain’s left cheek, shoulder and chest. Frantically, the woman reached up, intending to wipe the liquid away with her hand, but before she was able, it suddenly hardened and burst, sprouting from her throat and eye in a mass of white.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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