Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 11)

mordecai was pulling on his arm, and he was lunging upwards and forwards with his legs, the most powerful muscles in any being's body. all of this added into kage's skull impacting mordecai's jaw with bone shattering.

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Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 8)

By the time mordecai left his tent, half the camp was gathered, trying and failing to make it look like they weren't staring._ mordecai stepped from his tent, and frowned to see this person in his camp.

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Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 1)

With that, he turned his back on the mordecai, and stalked off to prepare himself for the duel.

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Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 2)

This provoked unencumbered laughter from the crowd, and mordecai just rubbed his temples in dejection. kage didn't care about the crowd, and at that moment, he didn't even care about mordecai.

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All's Fair... Ch. 6

Maybe they were as "close" as mordecai suggested? i... no. "you're wrong, mordecai. if otto had anything against me, he would have voiced it, i know him." "do you? perhaps you know him well enough, but do you know the girl?

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Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Twenty Six

"how horrible," mordecai sneered. mr. wrogan pointed wordlessly at the door, and mordecai hopped from his seat and hustled out of the room. how he had known wrogan had pointed, i have no idea. i was learning to ignore little things like that.

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Amber Silverblood: Chapter Eight

"mordecai," he answered bluntly, nodding his head slightly in greeting. "where am i?" i asked. "here," mordecai answered, gesturing around the room with on hand. i waited for him to elaborate on where "here" was, but he made to effort to do so.

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All's fair... Ch. 2

"who's mordecai?" otto questioned in a hushed whisper. i didn't like the sound of this; just his name was enough to still everything. "you don't know?" sheila said with incredulity, eliciting the obvious no from both myself and otto.

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Welcome Aboard

A short story for mordecai whilst he had undergone the training, like any respectable young officer, and indeed he'd passed. perhaps not in the upper percentile. but he had passed all the same.

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Five Nights at Freddy's: The Mutant Bowl of Salad

Mutant salad was bearing down on the pizzeria, ready to crush it like mordecai crushes those biscuits into the water, when shaf and shade and spring appeared in their car, driving up a ramp, and screaming, "they see me rollin'. they hatin'.

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