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YOU WANT, UH, A TISSUE? MAYBE SOME SOAP? NEW CLOTHES?
![]() COVERED IN BLOOD MEME So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks. |
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Not to mention she suddenly realized she did not know how long it had been since she ate or had something to drink, and the offer was awfully tempting. Besides that, she was exhausted, and at the moment, she did not think she could continue even if she tried.
And so she sat, looking rather unsure of herself, glancing around as if she expected something to jump out of the trees at her at any moment. Still, she remembered her manners, and inclined her head politely. "Thank you." She said quietly.
She then watched her newfound companion closely, observing her. "You are not from these woods, are you?"
There was something in the way she moved that told her that. She was not sure what exactly it was, but there was definitely something different.
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We hunted there in my youth, many a time, my cousins and I, and sometimes my brothers or others would join us."
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However, the conversation seemed to help. It distracted her from darker thoughts of what she was running from.
"I've never traveled anywhere beyond this forest." She was young, and had experienced little of the wider world. "Actually, I've never been more than a few miles from home. I think it would be odd to be without the trees. Does it feel lonely?"
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She had loved to sail, but after what had happened at Alqualondë, all joy that she had once felt for it had died, overpowered by memories of blood that should never have been shed.