Frostfire Ridge she wears the smell of blood and death like perfume
i'm a hold my cards close, i'm a wreck what i love most
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wups sorry that was confusing!!

Lusca splayed her stance and sank her claws into the frostbitten earth for traction, the opposite end of the branch bowing from the weight and shlepping her forwards marginally as Thuringwethil secured it. The loner scuttled her breech and bore down her jaws, hauling in reverse with all the might her little frame could mete out. If all went according to plan, Thuringwethil would be able make a (more or less) controlled ascent using the branch as a rappelling device and Lusca as the anchor.
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RE: she wears the smell of blood and death like perfume - by Lusca - January 15, 2016, 10:06 AM