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Avice pulled his hand close to her face, where she promptly licked it, after that she calmed down, letting the medics do their work.
Avice winced at the touches, stirring and swatting at hands, still unconscious. "Screw off..." She managed to mutter, covering her head with her...
Twilight. Guy who ran finally gets the girl then she dies.
"I come from a place called Navitas. It's not near here. It's mostly normal." She shrugged.
"I am. I've been traveling for a bit, exploring the lands and such," she said, then turning to Asmo. "That's a bit of a strange thing to say."
"Aw sweet!" Caro sipped the drink, and waved at Selena. "Hello!"
The mare looked down, then back up. "Oh! Thank you! I made it myself. Anyways, I'll take a scotch. Neat. And with a crazy straw, my good man! Er-...
(Alright.) Avice's eyes fluttered open for a moment. Disoriented, she open her mouth, but only slurred words came out. After a moment, she was...
Meanwhile, at the bar... A cloaked pony entered. The coat she wore hid her face well, and pockets clunked with all sorts of bobbles and...
That moment when someone bails on you before a dance
Avice lit up the cannon, the barrel aimed right at the creatures chest. "Direct hit!" The bang that emanated from the weapon made ears ring, but...
Batman! A teenager who decides she would risk her life for love, and hoard things without listening to her father. She has the help of a useless...
Avice pulled one ear plug out, to listen for the signal. She sat at a cannon, still as a statue, aiming with a professional eye and waiting for...
Avice was watching out of one of the windows, waiting for the moment. "Got your ear plugs?"
Name - Caro Zabala Age - 263 Race - Witch [Cursed] Appearance - Covered by black cloak, upon disclosure she has silvery hair, which is dyed often,...
Two words: Modern fantasy
I mean, this show isn't really about building worlds filled with violence and confusing kingdoms and people. But I suppose I see where you're...
Avice hopped below deck, immediately setting off to work and prepare the cannons. Gunpowder, hay, ammunition. Her mind repeated these words.
Avice shuddered, and turned back to him scowling. "Then we'll have to deal with them, right?"
"What do we do?" Avice asked, distracted by the movement.
