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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:41 pm
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Apsalar had been sitting silently, chin on her knees, for some time. Although she could hear nothing of the torment going on in the DR, she fancied she could, and in a way that was almost worse. A low whine came from her throat without her meaning it to - knowing a pack member was in trouble, and not being able to help them...
She ran the edges of her thick, curved nails across the bars of the cage. Scritch. Scritch.
It was a ridiculously annoying noise, and even Apsalar hated the way it sounded, but it was a nervous habit she couldn't quite break. She tried to suppress it, but in times of stress it always started up again.
And when there was someone in the DR - no matter who - there would be short, interrupted, repeated bursts of the scritching (rather like a dog pawing at a door to get in) until they came back.
Remembering Demitria's sympathetic glance her way, Apsalar whined again - softly - as the scritching sounds continued.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 9:18 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 4:40 pm
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I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ. Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ. [There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ. {You need to let go...}((Minderhunter, it's pretty ******** annoying when I gotta side-scroll to read the rest of the posts, so if you could delete some of the 's's so your post DOESN'T stretch out the rest of the page, that'd be fantastic. Thank you.))
Too bad the guards didn't wear clothes. Or had he forgotten that already?
TAIS was perfectly aware of Senazuki's presence. But she didn't do anything for the moment. She allowed her cameras to be turned, her security to be breached only minimally, instead adjusting the hidden cameras to make up for the blind spots the Chimera had just caused.
He just needed to get in, and then he would be recaptured again.
Because that's the way the slaughterhouse was designed. Getting in? Hard. Getting out? Impossible.
And every single Chimera in the place knew it. Too damn bad.In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ. {...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ. Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ. [Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:31 pm
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