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Post by Arsenic on Oct 24, 2005 14:05:25 GMT
Arsenic had returned three days ago after that first night he had avoided the tunnels and anyone inside of them, leaving them alone seemed to be the best thing to do. He understood his words had annoyed Rogue and for some reason he didn't give a damn about it. Why should he, hadn't she left and found a worthless mate who left her at the first chance.
He knew he was in forest territory, and honestly he didn't care. He held no more alliances to the tunnels besides friendship and his bond with Amelia and wherever his pup Anne had gone off to. He missed his little one greatly but he would not hunt her down.
Arsenic knew the elder forest lycan Chailyn was perhaps older then himself and he needed someone to talk with, he had made a choice that needed to be conveyed. He desired this life as a forest lycan. He knew they hated humans and he did in his own way hate them all, save for his children with Holly.
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Mikayla (back <3)
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Post by Mikayla (back <3) on Oct 24, 2005 22:39:12 GMT
((OOC: Say the word and I am gone.)) It was beautiful all day The sweet voices by my side And beauty without dispair everywhere Joy in my heart forever ((Enya)) [/i] On such a bright night, heavy thoughts should not form. At least, that was the theory Mikayla thought of as she stared at the vast expanse of sky. Her body was gracefully swept haphazardly onto the ground, her back flat on the dirt. She smiled. Ah it was wondrous to set her bright, electric, crystalline blues on that glorious sky. After all, whenever did the sky look so clearly midnight, with such pure white clouds drifting aimlessly for both the child in the park, the lycan in the tunnel, the vampire in the cave, and the student in the hall to see. It was the same bright sky, the same bright moon. The same crazy, befuddled lycan. Her hair had been washed and styled, however, it was certain, as her curling honey locks reached for her mid-back in gelled groups. She sat up, hair settling in place. Something-anxiety-flitted across her delicate, beautiful features. What was that scent reaching for her small nose? She sniffed the air, catching the definite scent of another lycan. Her legs raised her up unbidden, leaving her standing. A pause, another sniff, and she was stalking forth to meet the other lycan. As the young woman walked, tight black jeans framed swiftly moving legs. Her upper body was squeezed into a tight button-up shirt. All in all, her figure could only be described as amazing, curving in just the right places at just the right amount. She was stunning, as bright a being in a croud as her screaming vermillion red shoes would be among other shoes in a shoe store. Different. Wild. Beautiful. And just now, just her, curious. The clearing seemed to approach, rather than Mikayla approach the clearing, trees coming into view swiftly. The scent grew stronger until the final moment, when she emerged and set her eyes upon their match of blue, the other on black rather than brown. The hair and eyes contrasted so that it was a moment before strength, body, looks could even be considered. He and the clearing were well lit by the silver moon above. The moon gave Mikayla the confidence to smile, to want to be friends. The look in her eyes was mischief, self-certainty, and just a hint...of complete and utter vulnerablity. "Hi there." Despite the different emotions in her dominant eyes, Mikayla's voice was sure. It was a honeyed, lyrical voice, fit to convince one to try murder while surrounded by powerful law-enforcers. She smiled, one corner lifting slightly to show a desire to be friends. "I'm Mikayla."
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Arsenic
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 24, 2005 23:26:56 GMT
Arsenic heard her comming then caught her scent before she even got close to reaching him. His senses were much more powerful then they had once been. He looked up into the moonlight and sighed heavily before she spoke. After she introduced herself "Arsenic." He said simply giving her a quick look over to estimate whether or not she was a threat, he found her not to be.
He turned to face her before speaking further "Can i ask why your in these woods young one?" He said softly and kindly to her as a adult would a young child to keep them calm and content.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 25, 2005 0:56:51 GMT
"I should be asking both of you the same thing", came a deep voice from the shadows of the vast trees that made up this wondrous wood. The voice belonged to one of it's residents and this resident did not take to outsiders at all. In fact he normally would challenge all that entered all the Forest without hesitation, but he still suffered from wounds given to him by those vile brats in the Graveyard. The wounds had skin covering them once more, but they hurt him whenever he underwent strenuous movement. So he stayed in the shadows and would only make himself know of these intruders did not leave.
Yet something about these strangers caught Fenrir's attention almost immediately; they were lycans and they smelled like his mother did when he first brought her as his captive into the Forbidden Forest. So, more arrogant fools from the Tunnels dared wander through the Forest? Well he would see about that. Weakly emerging from the underbrush, Fenris Fenrir towered at 6'6" in his human form as he stared at the two intruders a male and a female, yet it was the female's dress that struck him as odd. Did females always wear such clothing? If so; how in the bloody Earth did they breath in such an attire.
But greater needs where at hand and they needed to be dealt with swiftly. "You have entered into the Forest bearing the one thing that spells your doom upon your arrival. You bear the scent of the Tunnels; I thought that I told Xavier that none of the Tunnels were to come here again,but perhaps I need to speak with him again for he is one of the few in that pack that has my respect. But I am not one to intrude on his home as you have done with mine. Nor do I easily forgive such an incident; even if you are fellow lycans. So now you have a choice set before the two of you", said Fenris in his booming voice that slowly dropped to something akin to a growl with each sentence.
"Either you leave me home immediately or I will take you back to yours; in pieces for all to see. So do not tempt me, for in combat the two of you together could not defeat me; even in the current state that I am in. So make your choice; I grow tired of these farces and I will put an end to them once and for all once I am finished with the two of you. Choose wisely; for it might be the last bit of wisdom that you use."
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Mikayla (back <3)
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Post by Mikayla (back <3) on Oct 25, 2005 1:47:26 GMT
I forget to dream in color I am better off alone Honest hearts are undercover We are shadows on our own Loose ourselves in open waters Always swimming back to shore My addictions have no bounderies Now im crying out for more Can you tell That I picked my poison well That I have no more to shout to you Is it really that important that I settle down Does it really even matter that I have my doubts I search for the one who needs I reach for the one who bleeds Like me (Trapt) [/i] Mikayla's smile was friendly as her eyes. "Arsenic...I like it." One tan hand reached up to hook a single caramel lock behind her ear in a nervous gesture. "I got lost here days ago...and just keep coming across new people. I...wanted to fit in somewhere," her eyes flashed, ever remembering her agony upon leaving the tunnels. "I decided to stay, although I admit, I ambled to diagon alley one of the past days to gather supplies." Mikayla was no child, a fresh adult if anything, at eighteen. Her friendliness was cut short by a new scent wafting through the air. "A Forest Lycan..." she whispered. "He smells like the Raven Haired one." Mikayla turned slowly to face the Guardian of the Woods, her electric gaze jolting over him with force. Black eyes, black hair, he seemed hurt in some way. She would have tried for another friend, but his words were so hostile. And something he said, something he assumed, rubbed across her the wrong way. Death or not waiting for her, Mikayla stalked as a predator might towards the other lycan, eyes flashing angrily. "Now you listen to me," she hissed, hating that one would judge so quickly and completely. "I don't belong to the Tunnels, and I don't belong to wherever else you may fantasize to put me in your mind." There were hot tears on her face, licking at her ever-rose cheeks, but she did not notice through the rage. "I left there long enough ago, and if I go back it'll be to give him a piece of my mind." Done with that bit, Mikayla took a step father and growled. "Who are you to jugde another by scent? I'm a lone lycan from the North, and I've a right to be in the woods if I want to." Strong, small arms crossed over eachother as Mikayla's glare dared Fenris to say anything more. Yes, she was small, and yes in a battle, even with Fenris wounded, she would lose, but Mikayla had one thing Fenris Fenrir didn't. Feminine fury. "I am sick of being thrown out of place after place because everyone is so unaccepting." She was getting louder. Well, more volume, perhaps more understanding...all for the better. "I spent the past weeks rebuilding my mind here, trying to get over the pain, and now when I'm healed you are going to throw me out? I don't think so." Her chest heaved slightly with her anger. Everyone here thought they owned everything, and acceptance was nowhere. At the school, they couldn't know she was a lycan. At the tunnels and the forest, they didn't want a lycan. Anywhere else and she was just an orphan with talent. Mikayla finally felt the tears and roughly wiped them off her face. "Who do you think you are, anyways?" she muttered under her breath, turning slightly. If he wanted to hurt her, he could go right ahead. Maybe she'd get lucky and the blows would be killing, slicing her into pieces as he said. Surely the heavens would hold acceptance.
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 25, 2005 1:59:47 GMT
Arsenic gave a a slow look at the lycan and from a first glance he could tell the lycan was a pup perhaps younger then three months old and no where near as strong as him, and he hated arrogant pups. He turned to face the young pup. He gave a smirk "First off I came here looking for Chailyn the elder here." he toke a step toward the pup "And you pup are not that." He cracked his neck his eyes shifting from that calm blue to the silver glare.
Arsenic gave a smile to the pup "If you threaten me i will snap that little neck of yours in a instant." He threatened in the most polite voice he could "I smell of the tunnels becaus ei was recently there to check on a few of those i remembered from there, I belong to neither place." He listened to the girl but he would not look away from the pup.
"I am far older then you pup and with all immortal i grew stronger in strength with age." He toke a sniff of the air "but it is funny you smell of the pup Cealla, where you turned by a pup?" He ask him with a laugh "Your even weaker then i guessed."
He was ready for the pup to try a strike but he had his target, one strike the pup would be down, without a throat nothing can live for long.
OOC: Just so you know Arsenic is 40 years old so he is way stronger then your pup made by a pup i do not care how tough he acts.
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† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Oct 25, 2005 2:42:49 GMT
And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. [/center] She was always welcome. Or, at least, that was what Fenris had promised. And maybe one part of her liked testing those boundries and liked to see exactly what she could get away with before getting into big trouble. So this was her own way of testing him, of seeing what his reaction would be to her return only a few days after he had released her. She had been living at the lake since then, considering that she hadn't really felt like going back to the Tunnels. Her home was uncertain; as was her mood. Feeling quite whimsical, she was moving through the forest and constantly changing forms- wolf, girl. Wolf, girl. Finally, she paused upon her wolf form and then firmly flicked her tail up, suprised to hear the voice of Mikayla in the forest. Though she had thought that the woman had decided to side with the Tunnel lycans, perhaps she had been wrong. Maybe Mikayla didn't like them anymore, and Cealla wasn't sure about how she should feel. After all, she had been part of the reason that Mikayla had been so upset. Perhaps she should have listened to Xavier and made her feel more welcome- but would that have really made a big difference? 'Mikayla?' She sent, almost hesitating as she stepped out into full view of the group. Fenris looked quite angry, though he was always angry when he saw Tunnel lycans trespassing. As for the other male, she didn't quite know how to read him before he spoke, calling her son a 'pup' and saying how he could simply snap the neck of the much larger man. It was arrogant, and arrogance was something which she loathed more than anything in the world. Who the hell did he think he was? As much as she tried to deny it, Fenris and her were family. Family. "How DARE you." She said coldly, suddenly shifting back to the form of a small girl, no more than ten. "I can't believe you would say such things. From what I heard Xavier did not cast you out when you came to the tunnels after so long, but you dare to insult me? Now that takes stupidity. I seriously doubt that you could snap Fenris's neck, seeing as he is taller than you. And though he might be only newly turned, he was turned by me. Decended from Railyn, the orignal one to walk this forest when it was only newly made. Who were you turned by, some ratty, dying lycan who had none to bite spare you? Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful." Shaking her head sadly, locks of black and dirty hair spilled down her cheeks, framing her face in an almost angelic way. The last word spoken was twisted into a growl of anger as she changed back to wolf, muzzle pulled back sharply to reveal a full set of canines. Her blue eyes honed and locked in on the foolish man's leg, and it hardly took her more than a split second before she locked her jaw right onto it. Blood flooded her mouth and entranced her senses as her teeth dug into the flesh. Ecstasy.
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Arsenic
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 25, 2005 2:57:09 GMT
In a Instant his rage over flowed her reached down grabbing the pup by the back of the neck using his fingers to open the jaws of the weak little pup "Firs off I am one of the oldest that walk these ground I have known your mouth sense her birth and I have been the lover of your grandmother." He tossed her easily to the side "That alone is the reason i spare your life you weak little rat." He grinned now his eyes cold steel.
"you speak of being the decedent of Railyn no your not your the descendant of Chailyn his sister, and your mother was a human as was her lycan mother before her." He stared into fenrir's eyes "I was turned by a old lycan as you said but not a dying lycan nor a poor one i was turned because it was my choice to become immortal I was older then your son is now and i toke that white fire from the moon and have wandered the earth these past four decades."
He toke a step forward again his movements not as they where before, that of a careless prey but that of a hunter, a hunter who had seen his fair share of winters. "I have no need to speak of the likes of either of you, your both to young to know the burdens of life." He looked at Cealla "Your mother lives again yet from your scent you have not went to see if this was true."
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Kage
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Post by Kage on Oct 25, 2005 3:27:04 GMT
Do not touch her.
The mental warning, delivered with the curt anger of one who had missed preventing an act by only a short period of time, was only a hint of what was to come. A flicker of shadow upon shadow, black material flapping in the wind, THAT was only a warning. A soft hiss of intaken breath, a blur of black-garbed leg, THAT was the retaliation.
Kage's well-polished black leather boot buried itself in Arsenic's solar plexus up to its laces, and there it seemed to pause, like a photograph, before reality resumed and the tall Lycan was knocked unceremoniously upon his arse.
"You came back, but your actions prove you still have learned nothing. You have no right to walk in this Forest." Before Fenris could argue the point, that Kage wasn't exactly allowed either, Kage held up a hand, indicating he knew full and well what he was risking by coming here.
"You are Lycan in name only. You have no clan. You left the Tunnels in their time of need. You turned your back on what was your family. You are a Rogue." Kage paused, as if weighing the implications of his statement.
"No, you are not Rogue. In such a status lies a nobility unworthy of you. You are a traitor, nothing more. No clan will admit a traitor into its ranks." Kage said quietly.
"By the same token, you have no right to touch my daughter. The next limb you lay upon her, well, I can only hope you've bid it farewell." The threat itself was ill-worded, but the intent was all the same. If Arsenic crossed the line again... there was no crossing back.
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 25, 2005 4:57:46 GMT
OOC:..first off thats why Arsenic got angry, two yes you and fenrir are saying a three month old pup or a little older can kill a lycan who has been around for nearly 40 years.. and now to Kage the almighty half shadow and lycan and anything else he feels he should throw into win and can not be harmed unless he feels he should play it that way... even Celeste says you pull s*** out of your ass and your brother does the same so don't presume to say s*** to me either, and as for the demon, i was not going to act this way till that basterd lycan wanna be posted that he was going to kill my character in the muggle world so as far as i am concerned he started this...i do not like threats over matters of my personal life so the little idiot can stay out of it.
Arsenic smirked as a glint of silver flashed in the darkness and found arsenic with a handle against kage's heart the silver impaled firmly into the Shadow creature's heart. With a flick of the wrist the blade snapped off inside the heart of Kage and Arsenic rose from the ground with a smirk "I left the night of this child's birth so what time of need was this?" He said calmly his eyes as cold as ice.
He looked at Fenrir as he spun kicking Kage firmly in the breast plate driving the broken blade further into the heart and Kage on his backside. He walked past Fenrir as Kage lay a silver blade lodged firmly in his heart "I do not like fools attacking me." He said softly as he left the way he came. "I think I will go speak with Amelia, perhaps tell her more about her mother she always liked that." He said softly vanishing into the dead of night
OOC: Chris you started it, like I said you would never have stated that with Morgana, Rogue or Chailyn so do not do it with a character of their power
and I stopped this little war between us because it was silly and Lexy as me to, well I will consider this one act away from going back to our little war..
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 25, 2005 14:23:46 GMT
ooc: o.o I go to sleep to ease my troubled mind and look what I come back to>< Gah; please don't argue any more and don't shut down the thread since someone is dying here and I wil not allow that to happen since the character in mention saved me from Death as well.
bic: Fenris snarled as the girl advanced on him; she thought that her mind suffered? She thought that she felt the pain of a thousand blades being driven into one's brain; egging the owner into unquenchable madness? She had not suffered this pains; no one to his knowledge ever did nor ever would and for that they should be thankful. Resisting the urge to backslap the woman that aggressively confronted him, Fenris said with barely restrained malice, "Girl; you have no idea of pain. Do not tell me that you have suffered greatly; I can tell you that I have suffered hurts that would numb your mind; both in body and in mind."
Pulling down his shirt to reveal the numerous scars that had formed on his chest to his latest encounter, and with his left hand he brushed away the raven-colored hair that hide where once his left ear was. "You speak of suffering as if you know it; well, you know not what suffering is truely like until you feel it in both mind and body. This scars are testement of my body and no one will ever see the scars of my mind. So hold your tounge in manners that you truely cannot fathom. And who am I? I am the child that no mother loved; I am the beast that has unquenchable hunger; I am the madman that never ceases once I start; I am Fenris Fenrir."
Yet if anything; it was the male that brought Fenris to his boiling point. He dared call Fenris Fenrir a pup! That knave; that cur wouldn't get off lightly with that, for already Fenris' madness was mounting and silver-grey fur began to appear all across the lycan. But then of all people that he thought would enter, it was his mother and she...she defended her son. Emotion welled up in the blackness of Fenris tortured heart and for once he felt like there was something between his mother and himself. As if he was finally accepted by her...but those emotions turned into cold, refine hatred in a flash.
That overzealous male had just harmed Cealla. That lycan had just tossed aside his mother like she was come garbage left to rot in the streets! That wouldn't be tolerated at all and the passion to hunt, to hurt, and perhaps even feast off of flesh burned in Fenrir's heart. He had never tasted lycan before because even a madman has some semblence of sanity and Fenris would not be the first to taste his own kind. But this male; he just kept tempting Fenris; baiting him with words and actions that would provoke the abomination into madness.
Fenris would have charged forth and rammed the arrogant lycan into a tree had it not been for the entrance of Kage. However despite the fact that Kage was a Tunnel Lycan and Fenris would allow his presence for long; his actions greatly pleased Fenris and he allowed him to carry on with his business. But when that male stabbed Kage; all hell broke loose. Not only did Kage save him at one point; he was family, for being Cealla's father made Fenris his grandchild. And no one harmed any of Fenris' family without retribuation being distributed to them first.
Striding quickly behind the figure of that lycan that was leaving the Forest; Fenris grabbed him by the scoff of his neck and slammed him into the trunk of an oak tree. Changing his grip so it was that of a choke hold and applying both hands; Fenris snarled as he tightened his grip and out of anger. "Never; will you harm my Family in my presence. Never! I don't care if you are God! You will never lay a finger on them again or I tear you limb from limb and deliver it to this precious Amelia that you speak of with such fondness. I am sure that she would love to see you in pieces, for they would make for great decor. Now; let my troubled mind rest as the last of your struggles commence."
Tighter....tighter....tighter....
Air, air everywhere; but not a molecule to breath.
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Arsenic
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 25, 2005 15:53:22 GMT
Arsenic's hands wrapped around the other lycan's wrist the pressure applied to his neck was great but nothing he could not handle for the moment. Pressure can be a applied as well as a enemy that much was certain to the older lycan. Laying his thumb on the back of the other lycan's hands. Applying pressure to the blood vessels causing them to pop, and the bones in the other lycan's hands. the more he pressed the tighter his air passage became but only by a little compared to the lycan's hands.
The sound of flesh and bone rubbing was a sound he enjoyed in this instant as the bones in the wrist and back of the hand slipped breaking the other lycan's hands. He pushed back with his full strength and pulled the now broken hands from his neck. He coughed from lack of air then acted in the same instant. His forehead met with Fenrir's nose.
Arsenic thrust his open palm into the chest of Fenrir driving him back even further "Don't ever touch me again." He said simply regaining some composure. He coughed a little more as his lungs filled with fresh air. He once again turned and walked away from the other lycans, Fenrir's wrist and the area just above that were broken the bones dislodged which would cause some pain but stop the lycan from using his hands till the bones where put back in place and given time to heal.
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Post by Kezaa (retired) on Oct 25, 2005 16:54:33 GMT
(OOC) This thread was edited as per request. Kiddies, you're free to say whatever you like to one another in private. But no thread deserves to see messes like that. Let's keep our threads clean.
*Tips hat to all* Good day. *Leaves*
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Post by Shane Matthews on Oct 25, 2005 18:46:46 GMT
OOC: *cough* "toke: n. A puff on a cigarette, marijuana cigarette, or pipe containing hashish or another mind-altering substance. (dictionary.com as source)"
not to mention that, regardless of what you say, *points to position* you aren't a lycan......but....if you can just proclaim yourself a position and have it be true.....then as of now I am the high priest of the great and noble Velveeta; golden lord of the dairy realm.
Anyways......sorry to interrupt your posting Mikayla, Cealla, Fenrir, and even you too Kage ^_^, methinks I'll be gone now and let you get back to RP-ing before I say something to bring the wrath of Kezaa!'s modship power upon me.
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Post by Kage on Oct 25, 2005 19:09:03 GMT
OOC: Heehee, I had forgotten that Kage is, by all rights, Fenris’ grandpappy. BIC: “You son of a b****.”Even as Kage’s lips formed his retort, his breath was stolen from him as Arsenic slammed the blade into his chest. Had Arsenic been able to maintain the precise angle, his heart surely would have been bisected, and Kage would have bled out in mere seconds. However, Arsenic had moved the tip sideways upon entry, thus only cutting the edge of the heart. This reduced Kage’s predicament from ‘immediately life threatening’ to ‘not quite so life threatening, but still incredibly serious’, which meant he had maybe 30 seconds to save his own life Heh, that gave him all the time in the world. While Arsenic was dutifully distracted by Fenris, Kage hands moved, if a bit spasmodically, to his belt. His hand slipped into the small pouch concealed by the wide band of leather and withdraw a tiny vial of silver-black liquid. Uncorking it with a flick of his thumb, he poured the contents down his throat. The utterly horrible taste nearly cause him to cough and hack it up again, but he mercifully held it down. Gritting his teeth, Kage dug his fingers into the area around the wound. In order for the healing/silver neutralization potion mix he had just consumed to take effect, the silver needed to be OUT of his system. Squinting his eyes shut, he pinched the blade between his fingers and slid it free with excruciating care. The silver burned beneath his blood-slicked fingertips, even as he tossed it weakly aside. Stumbling back a step, Kage held a hand to his freely bleeding chest. After a long moment, he took it away, revealing that the wound, and the damage it had caused, was almost gone.
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