Flowers For Serath #2

I am tired tattered and worn in the wind like a battle flag held high after the defeat of a great army its soldiers dead and dying. this is how my soul feels. you do not control me any longer. i will continue on to do my best to survive.

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A Worn Down Lizard

Yet he had not expected her to show strength to this degree- then again she wasn't worn down with experience as he was. and if she was, well, obviously this stranger was a stronger person than he could ever hope to be.

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Off the Books (Otherwise Untitled)

~ the otter in a well worn suit smiled in reply, "i'm always on hand to do some business. come on inside.", motioning for the fennec to follow.

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Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 26

It was the same look she had worn when he had stumbled home, leaving behind an endless trail of crimson footprints. it was the same look she had worn when chieftain kadai came to talk.

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Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 27

It was the same look she had worn when he had stumbled home, leaving behind an endless trail of crimson footprints. it was the same look she had worn when chieftain kadai came to talk.

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The Fursuit's Lament

Should a deceased furrier's fursuit be worn. a fursuit's point of view what happens to a fursuit when it's wearer dies. does it understand what has happened, why are all the character's friends are so sad.

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The Hunter

The hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely. all around him the townsfolk laugh and chatter in the warm light as they nurse their own drinks and meals.

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Cold Nights

Down mother whose face was just worn down.

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Cold nights

Down mother whose face was just worn down.

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Cold nights

Down mother whose face was just worn down.

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Naira's Search, pt 1 (MHO)

And there were occasional footprints, and sometimes strange carvings in the ground that had mostly, but not completely been worn away.

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Scarred Love

I sat upon a cut down tree, it's bark had rot long ago, pieces started to fall away onto the damp grass as i ran my thin pale, bloodied, fingers across the surface, i stood up and walked steadily to the door of my cabin, it was old and worn, the roof leaked

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