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AngelicTurtle Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 4:23 pm
The sun beats cruelly down upon the dry sands of the Pannotia Desert. Not even a blade of grass is permitted to taste life above the shifting sands. The wind howls, throwing the sand about like so many tiny shards of glass...
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:54 pm
Previous Debrah emerged in a pillar of flame, a tiny red dot against the tan landscape. It had been many decades since she had walked Hell's Road, but demons do not forget.
Mizar shielded Debrah from the flying sands. All roads were alike to her kind, and none was any more or less fearful than the next.
"Where are we going?" Mizar asked Debrah, but her tiny voice was carried away in the wind.
Debrah knew where they were headed. She could feel the energy of the place, far ahead. There was something there that she wanted. Something she would need.
Debrah walked and Mizar followed, floating, trustingly, behind. The sand drowned out all conversation. The sand buried all footprints.
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AngelicTurtle Vice Captain
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