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The SongBlood splattered the dusty earth. It ran down my palms, dripping in steaming beads from my fingertips. Laughter, cold, ruthless, and mad, echoed off the carved stone walls of the arena. I watched them fall like so many heaps of flesh, their bodies torn asunder. I watched as nine men died at my feet, and I laughed.The Song
I woke with a strangled scream. Clawing at my bedroll I struggled to get free of its grip. Light seeped through the cracks in the woven walls of the hut and the air was already hot and damp. Gasping, I wrapped my arms around myself and shuddered.
"Master?" the noise had brought Kirel in from the adjoining
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- Current Residence: Alaska
- Interests: Writing, drawing, causing mayhem
- Favourite movie: Stardust
- Favourite band or musician: Nightwish
- Favourite poet or writer: Tamora Pierce/Garth Nix/James Patterson/Neil Gaiman
- Favourite style of art: Anime/manga
- Operating System: Mac OSX
- MP3 player of choice: An iPod named Murray
- Favourite game: RPG, stealth, and puzzle games
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, DS
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil, some paper, and an imagination (insanity helps too)
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