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NaNo, Nov 10th - Pt 3Scarlet worked the pump handle in the kitchen, filling up a bucket of water for the knight's horse. Lottie, he'd said she was called. It was a nice name, she thought. The pump creaked as she worked it methodically, up, down, up, down. It was a heavy old wrought iron monstrosity, and it was making her arms ache. Especially her left arm, the one the ginger cat had torn a scratch in earlier.NaNo, Nov 10th - Pt 3
When the bucket was full, she went over to the washbasin by the window and cleaned her cut again for the tenth time. She thought she probably shouldn't, but it could never hurt to be too careful, could it? There was a small piece of b


NaNo, Nov 8th, pt 2William Hardy looked across at the old innkeeper, his old friend, face scrunched into a knot of barely suppressed frustration. They were in the back room, away from the main bar and any prying eyes. It was even darker and shadier in here, but there was an oil lantern burning from a hook above some scattered boxes that gave the place an oddly merry glow that was so at odds with the mood of the conversation taking place.NaNo, Nov 8th, pt 2
"I didn't come all this way for nothing, Jack! Cambridge needs every man-" Jack cut him off with a snort. "Save your 'for the greater good' speech, Will. I've heard it before and it didn't work on me then either. I


NaNo Day... ? Nov 8th.Scarlet shimmied up the tree, hugging the gnarled wood tight and inching her toes up the bark bit-by-bit, slowly slowly. Her eyes were fixed on her prize: a grumpy-looking ginger tomcat, with patches of fur blackened from the dirt and muck. It was suspended in the branches a few feet away, hissing at her.NaNo Day... ? Nov 8th.
She bit down hard on the stick (that is to say, sword - some twine was wrapped around one end, making a sort of handle) in her mouth and shifted her weight, weighing the moment. The tomcat's eyes were a dark and canny amber, and its hissing was growing steadily louder while it slowly unsheathed its claws. Scarlet tensed. &


Scarlet Nimble - NaNo Day One A brief foreward: This was written with no planning whatsoever, and will be continued with minimal editing. Just to say! Judge me not too poorly, internet critics!Scarlet Nimble - NaNo Day One
Scarlet Nimble had always wanted to be a knight. It'd always been her fondest wish to be strong and good and fight against evil. Her father wasn't keen being a knight, he had said, is a dream for little boys to have. It was only when he died last year at the Battle of Oxford that her dream started to come true although maybe not the way she'd hoped. Because now the Knights of the Old World have come to town, and brought with them a whole mess of tr
Zodiac - Leo

Consummate into the darkThere are no subtle decisions within the silent hurricane and never ending turmoils; to scream and drown in our own voice, to finally consume into the dark.Consummate into the dark
Vicious knowledge and half sentences dominate the vast places in the world; touching is not the same without feeling:
the motor burning human gasoline.
Falling down a hole, in the middle of an incandescent soul and its gelid twin entity, and there's no destination, because there wasn't a starting point in the first place.
To consummate ourselves into the
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Shameless self-promotion.
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Death had tried firey steeds and skeletal horses in the past and found them impractical, especially the fiery ones, which tended to set light to their own bedding and stand in the middle of it looking embarrassed
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Shameless self-promotion.
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give me tips and reqestsso i can get better.
luv wonder
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Shameless self-promotion.
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give me tips and reqestsso i can get better.
luv wonder
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Shameless self-promotion.
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