Silvertip Mountain Headed towards a fucked up holiday

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The promise of her rescuer pulled a long, hopeful sigh with which Prialux's safety was secured. Kitsch was her angel's name, and she would hold a special place in Prialux's heart if she kept what she was promising. There was simply no room for disappointment now, for the sweet girl's heart was fragile, and so was her body.

The beach, the Bay, The stone den, even as far as the coconut grove and the sealion shores... I've looked everywhere, was her hopeless answer to Kitsch's suggestion of digging deeper. There was no use on wasting time looking for a ghost. They were gone, gone for good, and they had forgotten to take Prialux with them. I'm hungry... she whispers, fearing her savior's response. She wanted to be taken somewhere safe, somewhere dry and warm, and she didn't want to feel alone again. But the fulfillment of all of those desires were now in the pale angel's hands, and Prialux was at her mercy.

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