Sleeping Dragon you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story
what do i do after all this survival?
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Snacha moves and Thuringwethil’s grin fades, focusing on the lunge so she can better brace herself. She considers dancing out of the way once more, giving the woman something to work for—she couldn’t be pinned if the raccoon’d face girl couldn’t catch her. She doesn’t send herself flying back when the opportunity presents itself and so both feet of the younger woman hits her shoulder. Her legs lock to hold her in place but the weight of the other sends her stumbling back a few uneasy steps before she’s able to barrel back into her second.

She vocalizes a low growl—half play, half warning—and pushes back, using her right front leg to send her forward. The weakened state it had been in the last few weeks doesn’t hold up and gives out beneath her projection. She tries to mask it in the half of a second she has, dipping her shoulder to catch herself but one strong push might be enough of an advantage.
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all that wanting, all that aching, all that capacity for love:
it never belonged to you in the first place
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RE: you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story - by Antumbra - February 20, 2016, 12:07 PM