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Her lungs burned from the chill night air, breath rattling the very sides of her rib cage as she struggled onward. Her feet felt tender, her shoes offering little support against the rocks, branches, ...

The first thing she registered when she opened her eyes was pain. It coursed through her whole being – knees, face, back, arms, and especially her throat. It felt as if a hammer had been taken to it ...

Nadya staggered alone through the dark forest, footsteps sounding louder than they were due to the silence that permeated. Her mind was covered in a liquor induced blanket of haze, blurring her vision ...

Nadya dozed in the sun, the warmth it conjured lulling her consciousness into a peaceful dream-like state. She allowed the haze to wash over as her limbs relaxed, brain starting to become fuzzy as it ...

Nadya diligently ran the brush through the horse's mane, freeing away the knots that had accumulated overnight. Albyond, meaning loyalty, is the name she bestowed. He nickered softly, butting his head ...

She rested her head on the counter, a gently pounding forming at the corner recess of her mind. She had been trying to distract herself form her thoughts - delving into some sketches that required edi ...

Adara strode in, footfalls falling silently upon the wooden floor of the shop. Her eyes took in the room, unconsciously seeking danger, in one swift motion. Her eyes stopped to rest upon the young gir ...

Nadya perched on the shoreline, one leg tucked beneath her, the other hanging perilously over the edge. She had excused herself in the guise of a walk and somehow her thoughts had led her here. The sm ...

Nadya paused, hearing the faint sound of a door being closed.

"Jus' a momen'.. I'll be righ' tha!" she yelled from the back of the shop, hoping her voice had carried. Sighing, she rose f ...

Nadya finished the simple sketch, holding it afar to cast an admiring glance. She had seen it in her dreams - something bright, fashionable, but most of all not black. She dare not see that ghastly co ...

Nadya gave a sigh, stretching her cramped fingers for a moment before continuing her needlework. Humming silently in tune to each stitch, she rocked back and forth, lost in her work - only when a str ...

She closed her eyes, feeling the ebb of the waves lapping gently at her bare feet. The water felt surprisingly warm against her cool skin, the damp grass moistening her fingertips as she gripped the e ...

Torpor – the dreamless sleep that only those truly undead in nature could take. She knew differently, perhaps they were not dreams but merely hauntings of her past. The look in his eyes that bespoke ...