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                     the sounds of yesterday still echo in my head.                                game of thrones based illyria from angel the series.                                                                          as loved by gen.

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there was a TEAR in the universe, surely   --    it was  choking  her,  ripping  at her insides   ‘til she was almost certain there’d soon be nothing left but the brittle bone of this vessel, weak as it seemed to be.      this must have been hell.  cold, vast, empty.      a punishment for all she had done.    BUT  -  life had all ended so quietly,   so abruptly.    a violent roar,  an uprising of those who had claimed to adore her the most,  and then nothing.    it had been a calm end to a relentless life,  in spite of her talks of living forever.      HERE,   it was windy,   and cold enough to kill.      here,  the white floor crunched beneath her feet,  and her armour was heavier  --  upon observation,  it seemed to be littered with the corpses of animals.   for warmth,  she assumed ?   this vessel was practical,  perhaps stronger than   the woman king    had originally assumed.    AFTER ALL,   it had survived the initial resurrection,   a feat not so easily accomplished.   she could feel the sickness   b u b b l i n g   below her breast,  a reaction never experienced prior.     the sound of footsteps broke her out of her silent reverie,  and instantly an agile frame would assume a defensive position.

careful steps were taken ‘round the base of a thick tree,   too-bright eyes observing from afar a familiarly dark figure.    she  KNEW  what they intended to do to her if she was  caught,  and  KNEW  then what was necessary.     illyria had moved forward quickly,   the familiar feeling of a weapon forming in a petite hand,  deceptively strong.      in seconds,   the sharp edge of her blade was positioned at the back of the figure’s neck,   ready to strike at the first sign of hostility.

‘  who is it that sent you?  ’      or perhaps it was a matter of WHAT had sent them  ;  if this was the hell dimension she assumed it to be,   any odd monster could have sent a servant to do their bidding.    she’d not be killed by some dull shell of a devil in this foreign land.     ‘    i shall have your head, should you refuse to reveal the information i ask of you.    SPEAK.   ’

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