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Demon's Fate Chapter 5
Kapitel 5: dämonischen Problem?
"Wir müssen uns beeilen up!" Emberleaf miaute. "Diejenigen seltsamen Schurken Daysidestar redete könnte gewinnen jeden Moment!"
"Ich hoffe. Dass Daysidestar Recht über dieser Befugnisse" Lakeshine leise.
Die drei jungen Krieger in die Schlacht. Bereits wurde Serinfur sich durch einen plötzlichen Fremden merken. "Get back von ihm!" Emberleaf schrie, klopft ihr Körper in den Schelm. Der Schurke kreischten laut, krallte Emberleaf die Schulter Rache.
Blut sickerte aus Emberleaf Schulter, als sie ihre Krallen an den Feind schlagen fort, ihre Augen tobt wie ihre Pfoten plötzlich leuchtete ein neon grün / blau. Dann, als ihre Krallen wurde schärfer Blätter, aufgeschlitzt Emberleaf an der Schurken Seite. "GET DOCTOR WHO FÜR diesen Wunden!" Knurrte sie, aber als sie hinter ihre Schulter sah, bemerkte sie, ihre beiden Freunde verändert und verrückt.
Demonic Augen gleich wieder starrte sie aus Lakeshi
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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