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Suzerain of Sheol

#17

Was a blur of motion, and the shadow was closer. Still a shadow, despite the light. Leo thought he saw

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Quiet Man Cometh

#18

limbs, unnaturally long, and gleaming knives.

Oh no, he thought. Not again.

But Hernando was dead. Did he believe in

Tea?

Suzerain of Sheol

#19

his own abilities enough to fight another ocotopus swordsman, this one looking decidedly less intoxicated? Wait, no, an octopus knife-juggler!

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Quiet Man Cometh

#20

His answer came with the sudden punch to his shoulder, followed by stinging pain and the trickle of cooling blood.

Tea?

Suzerain of Sheol

#21

"Oh this is not--" cut short as a flurry of flagrantly-flung flipping daggers flew toward him, and he had to

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Lawtan

#22

swing a fist towards the Octopus shade. It went through the juggling knife fiend like smoke. His mouth gaped at

Lawtan: A chaotic dragoness with issues.

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Quiet Man Cometh

#23

his empty hand and the multiple hilts protruding from his torso. No, he was not a warrior. He was

Tea?

Suzerain of Sheol

#24

Quite surely slain, bleeding out like a decapitated ox, his vision flashing with the colors of death. Leo died, and

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Lawtan

#25

woke up to a hangover from last night's drought on mind numbing liqueur. He recalled drowning his sorrow over his

Lawtan: A chaotic dragoness with issues.

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Suzerain of Sheol

#26

lost job, but... something was wrong. Many somethings. Many holes in his torso, the sodden crimson stain where he lay.

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Quiet Man Cometh

#27

It wasn't a hangover. It was unconsciousness, and in his near catatonic state he wondered at the footprints that led

Tea?

Suzerain of Sheol

#28

nowhere. His lifeless bleed out in the sand, and the octopus warrior stood impassive above.

"Long live Hernando," he said.

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

Quiet Man Cometh

#29

Dying words, and he couldn't tell if the octopus was smiling or not. Better not to think about it. Better

Tea?

Lawtan

#30

to just rest...
A light hung above him, and there was a piercing pain in his chest and back. Alive...

Lawtan: A chaotic dragoness with issues.

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ï¿½ï¿½s oferï¿½ode, ï¿½isses swï¿½ mï¿½g.

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Quiet Man Cometh

#31

until a knife slid into his heart.

"Stubborn runt" the octopus uttered as he wiped his blade clean. He squinted

I should get around to posting a compiled version soon.

Tea?

Suzerain of Sheol

#32

, never failing to find human blood pathetic in its watery scarlet. He sheathed the knife and set about finding his

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.

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