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Post by stryker on May 3, 2010 18:14:29 GMT -5
Winter stirred in her sleep curled up in a ball with one white wing sheltering her as she shivered slightly her mind actively playing trick's on her until she sat bolt upright her cold eye's wide as she breathed heavily her fingers clawing into the grimy bed sheets as she glared around at the room,
This certainly wasn't the old abandoned castle she had taken shelter within, Lat thing she knew she was sleeping in the dungeon untill she was awoken by the ceiling creaking and giving way over her... This all seemed too strange, Was this another life or time? Maybe even hell...
Without dwelling on the subject winter closed her eye's regaining her composure and standing to walk towads the door turning the handle and walking out into animus...
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