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May 04, 2007 20:42

She hadn't waited for him. She'd gotten off the stage and left, at a brusque, measured pace, making directly back for the hut and not saying a word to anyone as she did so. There was a strange feeling in her skin. Anger didn't feel like that, as a vampire. Anger felt cool and sharp. This was bubbling and raw and made her breath shiver- made her body shiver, come to that, small tremors that trembles her arms and fingers and throat. She didn't even see the path on the way home, only found herself in the doorway and then stopped.

She stared blankly at the room, the hut they shared, before moving to sit on the bed and try to get her head together, to try to calm herself down.

william de worde, fight

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