Kahlan lay stretched out on the narrow bunk bolted to the wall, the only piece of furniture in the small concrete cell, and attuned her senses to her barren surroundings. She grew up in Montana, spent her entire life in a community where hunting was the number one pastime - she knew how to stalk her prey. To keep track of the passage of time, and
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Hilarious paragraph:"then she would have to kill all the witnesses to protect her reputation and she was almost certain she would never meet another woman with an ass like Kahlan’s - it would be a shame to have to kill her for reputation’s sake."
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Hilarious!
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It's so funny how in almost all slash fic, Triana is considered the village idiot. LOL She doesn't fare well in this fandom...
Nice Princess-like touch, that Kahlan is half way to rescuing her own damn self, thank you very much. :)
“What if Kahlan has grown a tail?” I hurt something on that one.
Getting aroused during a firefight was just typical. And what was left, I sprained on that one... :D
Yes, the real battle is ahead of you Cara. Can't wait.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
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i loved this..more please
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I love this. Great update!
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