December 26, 2007, 09:23 PM
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Mirror, Mirror
Join Date: Aug 2007
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And then misfortune struck, rather ignominiously Anora noted as she gave a quick hiss and pulled the dart from her flesh. Her pace began to slow as the soporific wave crested upward. Just as she was about to stumble, a tower of a man snatched her up forcefully.
A plume of vile carrion breath assaulted her senses, passing through equally foul teeth. In the fading moments of her consciousness she swung her arm and the dart she bore at her captor, not knowing if it struck true or clattered helplessly to the ground.
His adieu was met with a sleepy gypsy swear and his terrible kiss conjured a biting torrent of cold disgust.
Anora rarely recalled her dreams, but until she awoke, her visions were bloody.
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"I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken."
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