by Sarah » 01/08/2013 2:01 AM
Marrisio shoved the last of the Werecain into the gates of hell, their limp bodies covering the ground in dark red blood. “Gross.” Red said trying to stick to the clean pieces of grass, which was basically impossible, “have we whipped out a whole tribe?” Marrisio huffed trying to catch his breath. “seems like it” Red said, a smile sliding across her face as she looked at him, triumph in her eyes. “Well, we did considerably better than before then.” He sighed, putting his hands on his knees. “What before?” she asked narrowing her eyes. “Oh right, you weren’t there.” He waved her question off promising to tell her later. “Time to get back to camp?” he asked pointing his sword back toward ‘home’. “If camp is still there yes.” Red said grinning like a fool.
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-G̵u̴i̶d̶e̶ m̸̹̍e̶̫͝ ȋ̴͙̗͒͗ņ̸̈͂ţ̶̯̣̥̦̎͗͒ổ̴̭̙̻̄̉ D̸̡̛̦̗̋͗̊̃̌̕͜ä̴̡̳̬͔̩̳̫͔̯̙͔̬͉̱̯̊̄̒̏ŗ̷̟̱͚̻̠̠͔̥̺͔͔̰͙̝͉̃̆͊̉ͅk̸̡̡͔̫̼̱̬̭͓̮͙͔̀̑̇̊̐̊͆̍̏̃ͅn̴̢̫͔͕̤̖̳̠̘̩̙̍͋͌́̍̊̈̓̂́̈̕̕͘͝͝ȇ̶̢̢̡̛̦͓̟̾̈̐̐̈́͊̑͠͝s̵̢̧̛͉̼̮̫̝̰̟͙̭̦͇̮̥͈͖̅͋͑̾̈͋̐͘͝s̴̨̢̧̨͚̗̗̹̱̞͉͖̻̰̹͓̲̎̊̒̈́̿̏͑͝͝-
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