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A Night To Remember: Chapter 4A Night To Remember
Wolf shrugged a shoulder and retreated back into the bathroom with a blunt, "Fine."
She flopped back onto the bed, arms crossed over her bare chest, and stared stoically up at the ceiling as she tried to shake the thick fog from her brain.
15 minutes later he re-emerged, smelling fresh and clean, his hair still a little wet and his t-shirt flung over his shoulder. He clutched a fluffy white towel in his hands which he rubbed vigorously over his head.
"All free," he said lightly.
"Great," Ramona said enthusiastically, and hopped out of bed to retrieve her clothes, completely forgetting that she was wearing next to nothing... Just a thin little negligee that certainly didn't provide enough cover. She gathered her garments quickly and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind her, cheeks a touch flushed.
She bit her bottom lip as a bashful smile crept up onto her lips... She needed a shower, not
Dancing In The Desert: Chap. 7
Dancing In The Desert
Luska, meanwhile, was taking his mind off of his somewhat unattractive appearance by examining the strange, smelly creature named Taboo. He bent down to its level, keeping a wide berth from its claws. Then tugged at its tail, scratched its ears.
"What is this thing?" he asked aloud, as though Taboo were not perfectly capable of speaking back.
Arrow, immersed in a game of cards with Logan at the one table not coated in decrepit books or slimy things, threw a I-wouldn't-do-that glance at the demon but said nothing.
Alice glanced over at Luska and rolled her eyes.
"One of your relatives, most likely," she quipped, swivelling around to face the group.
Just as Luska's attention was momentarily shifted from Taboo to the demoness, a sharp pain shot through his arm. He yelped, swiping at the thing, and his fingers collided with the furry skull of Taboo, who had sunk his yellowish teeth into Luska's arm. He shov
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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