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"She bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots"
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Post by ★SPACED on Oct 23, 2014 4:49:58 GMT -7
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
x She felt the strangest sensation - a pull, slow at first, and then faster, spinning her from her peaceful oblivion into a sudden blast of light. Minstrel had spent her death not understanding or knowing why she felt so pained, so lost, empty, thrown into a vast nothingness that reminded her of life before and after Drover. When she had lost him she had hidden herself, a wraith amongst the living, aching for him and him alone. Not soon enough, death had taken her. She had felt comforted, knowing that she would see her rough australian brumby once more... and then she hadn't. Death was a maze, and Minstrel had become lost, entangled within it's depths, trying to find her way to his side. And now she was... where? Pumpkins lay scattered about her, eerie and quiet, alone. She didn't know what to do, so she didn't move, knowing somehow that if she stayed put - he would find her. <{Txepster}>
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