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no more
no more
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senselessly losing people
senselessly losing people
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434 words
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ELITE HUNTER GWEN LA'VARRIE
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Gears churned as the TRS system endlessly moved forward. Through her years and endless struggles, Gwen grew used to the endless ticking of time's haunting hand. Already winter passed into spring, summoning business as the Assembly of Phantoms kicked into full treachery. The malicious intentions of terrors and soldiers entered the annual limelight with spring's arrival. Thus, Gwen was prepared to move forward on the respective actions. Yet, her thoughts lingered on the endlessly tickling clock above their heads.
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Portions of her mind pondered about her previous experiences. The number of passing years since she failed to protect Isabella and allowed her passing... Her chest stirred over thoughts of the gorgeous ravenette who haunted distant memories. The joyous laugh echoing through her head and the flutter of her chest over the twitching smile across her lips during conversation... Even the manner the glowing campfires coloured her locks and summoned a sense of sheen. Her obscured silver eyes turned grim as the softest sigh escaped through her subtly parted lips.
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A deep breath followed her sigh as the air slowly escaped her. An easing breath to steady her resolve as iron-clad will be returned to entire strength. Memories, as bittersweet in taste they were, could only hinder the warrior preparing for battle. Spring meant work was required, therefore, endless pondering would only distract her. Efficiently, Gwen laced up the pair of combat boots, tightening the strings and double-knotting them to avoid loose laces. The TRS huntress was dressed thoroughly in her dark clothes with the red accents of an elite.
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A spark settled in her eyes, noticeable through the tinted contact lenses. From the locker room, the long-haired woman marched out of the locker room. A mission was arranged between her and another unit one TRS huntress, a woman by the alias Singing Shadow. A mystical-type name with the adored allure of mystery to those who heard it. Despite her years in the TRS, the buzzing headquarters made it difficult for Gwen to identify everybody by their aliases or name. She recalled the woman's name as Alunai, though, the woman was a stranger in her head.
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The woman strode through the hallways, her eyes sweeping through the halls. The meeting place decided entered her mind; the back door. As she walked, Gwen's hands patted herself down, feeling the sword at her side and the radio at her other. With confidence in her gaze, she continued forth, heading to the back door where she would inevitably meet her working partner. Once she arrived, Gwen pushed through the heavy door and into the fresh sunshine of spring.
Gears churned as the TRS system endlessly moved forward. Through her years and endless struggles, Gwen grew used to the endless ticking of time's haunting hand. Already winter passed into spring, summoning business as the Assembly of Phantoms kicked into full treachery. The malicious intentions of terrors and soldiers entered the annual limelight with spring's arrival. Thus, Gwen was prepared to move forward on the respective actions. Yet, her thoughts lingered on the endlessly tickling clock above their heads.
[break][break]
Portions of her mind pondered about her previous experiences. The number of passing years since she failed to protect Isabella and allowed her passing... Her chest stirred over thoughts of the gorgeous ravenette who haunted distant memories. The joyous laugh echoing through her head and the flutter of her chest over the twitching smile across her lips during conversation... Even the manner the glowing campfires coloured her locks and summoned a sense of sheen. Her obscured silver eyes turned grim as the softest sigh escaped through her subtly parted lips.
[break][break]
A deep breath followed her sigh as the air slowly escaped her. An easing breath to steady her resolve as iron-clad will be returned to entire strength. Memories, as bittersweet in taste they were, could only hinder the warrior preparing for battle. Spring meant work was required, therefore, endless pondering would only distract her. Efficiently, Gwen laced up the pair of combat boots, tightening the strings and double-knotting them to avoid loose laces. The TRS huntress was dressed thoroughly in her dark clothes with the red accents of an elite.
[break][break]
A spark settled in her eyes, noticeable through the tinted contact lenses. From the locker room, the long-haired woman marched out of the locker room. A mission was arranged between her and another unit one TRS huntress, a woman by the alias Singing Shadow. A mystical-type name with the adored allure of mystery to those who heard it. Despite her years in the TRS, the buzzing headquarters made it difficult for Gwen to identify everybody by their aliases or name. She recalled the woman's name as Alunai, though, the woman was a stranger in her head.
[break][break]
The woman strode through the hallways, her eyes sweeping through the halls. The meeting place decided entered her mind; the back door. As she walked, Gwen's hands patted herself down, feeling the sword at her side and the radio at her other. With confidence in her gaze, she continued forth, heading to the back door where she would inevitably meet her working partner. Once she arrived, Gwen pushed through the heavy door and into the fresh sunshine of spring.
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@alunai
@alunai