Strawberry114 43 Share Posted August 26, 2012 She lay on the floor of the cave, stained with her own blood. It's still pouring out of her head and neck, making the puddle surrounding her deeper. Locks of her hair float in the blood pool. She's obviously not experiencing the best of her times right now. How she even got this far, she doesn't know. She is and forever will be a whitewash, softskin, weak. Better off dead than a burden to the War Nation. It's fine. She never had the will to live, anyways. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
◥▶◀◤мσкѕнα / ƒιѕну◥▶◀◤ 43 Share Posted August 26, 2012 *Stumbling into the cave, Moksha glares down at the pitiful sight of Lukeh slowly dying "'ell... Adleazh zhe mayke ed diz far." Moksha draws his dagger and sinks it into the neck of the weakling "Gug'ye 'eeklin'." Moksha lifts Lukeh's corpse over his shoulder and walks out of the cave, once outside Moksha sets up a small fire and burns the body. Collecting the ashes into a jar Moksha thinks to himself "Whu da skah amz mieh gunna gib deze weeklin' ashes tu?!?!"* The final resting place of Lukeh, the weak feuruk. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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