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Zoe was overwhelmed by a feeling of disorientation. Her left jab had melted into a sensation of falling and then darkness. As her eyes struggled to find sense in the shadow surrounding her, she heard a voice. The crampons had miraculously remained clinched in her hands during the ordeal of displacement. Crouching slightly she stretched her arms out in an attempt to find the dimensions of this space or any items within it. "Who is there?"
I'm thinking that we need to be legit so....IC?
Neither do I but I think it has something to do with mice that fight weasels while dressed as monks, but we could do your thing. You post first.
Sure. Downton Abbey themed?
Don't worry I'm pretty sure Dr. Who said that once so it was not original.
I try to make a point of never being original.
I find that space and time are relative.
I am almost here.
I also would like to share a drawing. I think this will clear up the issue about how to draw wings.
supertinyking said
Drac holds up his hand."Well come on then." He says waiting for Zoe to attack.
Wiping the blood off her lips with the back of her hand, Zoe inhaled deeply. Without thought or resolution, she dug her boots in and sprinted forward. Once she was within striking distance, she slid sideways into a left jab with her bespiked hand. Some part of her recognized the folly in her clumsy attack, but her anger had not dissipated and the greater of side of her wanted blood.
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