ds daggers, and other weapons of farming community.
They would slay the knights who came here. That was a certainty. They smiled grimly to themselves as they prepared for battle. They would first use their arrows, spears and stones to stop the knights. Than it would become armed conflict, they knew how to use their weapons of choice. They learned this as they learned to breath.
The people were worried – no terrified. Saw the shadows of them by the full moon. The leader rider seemed to be a head or two taller than the others were. He had drawn his bastard sword a light played across its keen edge, but even when the moon was not there or mist was Terror grasped them by the throat as they saw him there standing in full regalia on his horse. Transfixed …show more content…
She saw leeches and pupa's cover her wrist and forearm. She sank to her elbow in it.
The scent filled the air of decay.
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When Mica re awoke. The community was burned to the ground, its people were slain. She remembered vaguely. But knew, the lead rider had sever scars on his face, his left side was as if it had fallen into a fire, the skin looked as if was melted wax instead of flesh. His face was ablaze.This did not make sense. As if his face was alight by fire all its …show more content…
Blood ran from there to pool about her body as lay there. The chasm was in a great deal of pain there. There was a lot of blood flowing from there. She vaguely remembered the lead rider, whom she fought.
As he tore off her garments. Drove her head into the ground.
He pried her legs apart, her legs had bruises upon them where she had seen his hands rest there. The bruises looked to be the size of his huge hands. she could see the creases that were the imprint of his hands.
She felt something growing hard and long about just before his mid drift. It felt huge, tearing its way inside. Ripping open the chasm.
Her cunt was dry as the desert sand is wet. It tore into her, he crushed and bruised her breasts. with his huge hands. They to had the same bruises upon them that her thighs had on them.
The object that was entering her chasm felt fiery and hot. She looked down and saw smoke emerge form her there. He laughed at her pleas to be released from his hands.
"I will let you live," he said, the voice was icy cold.
The hand that wielded the dagger was covered in marks as if it had been food for hundreds of leeches. The knuckles of it were unable to close, without having her blood run
They would slay the knights who came here. That was a certainty. They smiled grimly to themselves as they prepared for battle. They would first use their arrows, spears and stones to stop the knights. Than it would become armed conflict, they knew how to use their weapons of choice. They learned this as they learned to breath.
The people were worried – no terrified. Saw the shadows of them by the full moon. The leader rider seemed to be a head or two taller than the others were. He had drawn his bastard sword a light played across its keen edge, but even when the moon was not there or mist was Terror grasped them by the throat as they saw him there standing in full regalia on his horse. Transfixed …show more content…
She saw leeches and pupa's cover her wrist and forearm. She sank to her elbow in it.
The scent filled the air of decay.
# # # #
When Mica re awoke. The community was burned to the ground, its people were slain. She remembered vaguely. But knew, the lead rider had sever scars on his face, his left side was as if it had fallen into a fire, the skin looked as if was melted wax instead of flesh. His face was ablaze.This did not make sense. As if his face was alight by fire all its …show more content…
Blood ran from there to pool about her body as lay there. The chasm was in a great deal of pain there. There was a lot of blood flowing from there. She vaguely remembered the lead rider, whom she fought.
As he tore off her garments. Drove her head into the ground.
He pried her legs apart, her legs had bruises upon them where she had seen his hands rest there. The bruises looked to be the size of his huge hands. she could see the creases that were the imprint of his hands.
She felt something growing hard and long about just before his mid drift. It felt huge, tearing its way inside. Ripping open the chasm.
Her cunt was dry as the desert sand is wet. It tore into her, he crushed and bruised her breasts. with his huge hands. They to had the same bruises upon them that her thighs had on them.
The object that was entering her chasm felt fiery and hot. She looked down and saw smoke emerge form her there. He laughed at her pleas to be released from his hands.
"I will let you live," he said, the voice was icy cold.
The hand that wielded the dagger was covered in marks as if it had been food for hundreds of leeches. The knuckles of it were unable to close, without having her blood run