Light and Magic ~ by SaralynArati

SaralynArati

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Thanks NightOwl!!! Story continued on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Other-Dolls/SaralynArati-2931674

10 years ago

NightOwl

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This story just gets more and more exciting! You are so brilliant at plot twists and portraying characters! :D

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"No," she says, striving to focus her thoughts. "Star Hawk Burning." And just then, as if on cue, the smoldering ill-wisher and attempted murderer stumbles and crashes to the ground, feathers sprouting from his back, and the arrow tip protruding from his chest wet with heart blood. With his death, the disgraced elder's spells dissipate and vanish. Everyone rushes to see how badly Song is injured. Everyone but Smoke Cat, who walks grimly over to the corpse that housed the demon mischief.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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The old man's disguise is wavering, he is panting and sweat pours off of him, but the wounds do seal over and the internal bleeding becomes sluggish. Talks Over the Left's revenge is lost to him for the moment, yet his demon strength remains enough to get him to the horses and safety. Swerving on his heel, he changes direction and overtakes the real Springing Doe nearly instantly. The sparks reignite, but he continues running. Grey Owl starts to pursue him, but his wife calls him up short.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Sadly, this will not kill him immediately. Wolf Calling accepts that she is about to die and goes limp in her captor's arms. This gives Grey Owl, just now appearing from under the tent, a target, and snatching Star Hawk's knife from the young shaman's slack fingers, he throws it unerringly at what seems to be his own wife's shoulder; Talks Over the Left is bleeding from the lung as well, and having difficulty breathing. He abandons Wolf Calling to pluck out the knives and try to heal himself.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Talks Over the Left swiftly reaches Song the Wolf Calling and scoops her up from the ground. Hugging her closely, he glares hatred at Smoke Cat and snarls, "Douse your flames, or she burns with me." Bitter tears well in the shaman's eyes, but she obeys the demonic old man's demand. Springing Doe runs a few more steps away from the action, compelled against her will. Song, however, still has her knife. Fiercely she twists and stabs it just beneath his ribs; now he is bleeding from the liver.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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The sisters have a prearranged signal, something they agreed beforehand would be most effective in the event that the murderer should break free. They were to yell... to yell... "Fire!" both girls shout simultaneously, the one word most designed to rouse alarm in a prairie people. "Yes," agrees Smoke Cat softly, and hurls the lamp at the man who looks like Springing Doe, at the only one not shouting. The sparks catch and cling like burrs, blazing intensely and sinking into cloth and skin.

10 years ago