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7/2/2025, 3:24:16 AM
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>>6268620
The wind stirs, blowing past and carrying the sounds, caring the smells. "Friend? I am a friend...." A leaf is carried in the wind, spinning about and twirling. The voice seems to have an echo to it, and there is the hint of other, softer voices behind it. "All that are not against us.... Are for us..." Saki hears the sound of swords being drawn, the sharp "ta-thig" of the metal. The sound of shotguns being pumped and the bolts of Kalashnikovs being racked. "I stand with the halves, the mixes, and the mutts."
At this point the others almost would feel like they are standing in a neighborhood where one or more houses are burning firewood in their fireplaces. That is what the smell would be like for them.
"If a fairy can only live so long and a fairy is only so strong, and a fairy cannot survive being sliced or impaled or burned inside a furnace... I am not a fairy."
There would be a gust of wind, and then a bundle that caught the wind would drift around in the air, before gliding down into her arms, almost effortlessly. It's some kind of sheet, like that which has some buttons and markings so it could be a cape or a tarp. Like wool on one side, and like this kind of animal wax that is water proof and animal hide of some sort on the other. Inside is a little metal case, entirely some kind of light and strong stainless alloy.
*Inside that case is a survival knife that could double as a bayonet... An adapter to allow it to mount onto an M16 instead of a Kalashnikov.
*There is an armband that shows a symbol.
*A three color jar of facepaint, wrapped in an old piece of paper. On that paper is a charcoal or fingerpaint drawing, like a sketch. A long haired shadow of a person, could be a man or a woman. Their hair is picked up by the breeze and blowing behind them. There are two eyes, marked in orange and lines of face paint draw horizontally under them. The figure is raising a fist in resistance and defiance, with a rope or a shackle hanging to the ground.
"Show me what you want me to see... You have shown me bravery... Is that what you want to show? A warrior?... Show me how you see yourself and who you want to be... Show me these things... And I will m... I will forge you into that person."
>>6268620
The wind stirs, blowing past and carrying the sounds, caring the smells. "Friend? I am a friend...." A leaf is carried in the wind, spinning about and twirling. The voice seems to have an echo to it, and there is the hint of other, softer voices behind it. "All that are not against us.... Are for us..." Saki hears the sound of swords being drawn, the sharp "ta-thig" of the metal. The sound of shotguns being pumped and the bolts of Kalashnikovs being racked. "I stand with the halves, the mixes, and the mutts."
At this point the others almost would feel like they are standing in a neighborhood where one or more houses are burning firewood in their fireplaces. That is what the smell would be like for them.
"If a fairy can only live so long and a fairy is only so strong, and a fairy cannot survive being sliced or impaled or burned inside a furnace... I am not a fairy."
There would be a gust of wind, and then a bundle that caught the wind would drift around in the air, before gliding down into her arms, almost effortlessly. It's some kind of sheet, like that which has some buttons and markings so it could be a cape or a tarp. Like wool on one side, and like this kind of animal wax that is water proof and animal hide of some sort on the other. Inside is a little metal case, entirely some kind of light and strong stainless alloy.
*Inside that case is a survival knife that could double as a bayonet... An adapter to allow it to mount onto an M16 instead of a Kalashnikov.
*There is an armband that shows a symbol.
*A three color jar of facepaint, wrapped in an old piece of paper. On that paper is a charcoal or fingerpaint drawing, like a sketch. A long haired shadow of a person, could be a man or a woman. Their hair is picked up by the breeze and blowing behind them. There are two eyes, marked in orange and lines of face paint draw horizontally under them. The figure is raising a fist in resistance and defiance, with a rope or a shackle hanging to the ground.
"Show me what you want me to see... You have shown me bravery... Is that what you want to show? A warrior?... Show me how you see yourself and who you want to be... Show me these things... And I will m... I will forge you into that person."
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