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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 16, 2008 21:19:27 GMT -5
Walter ran from the room where Dewshine and Tyldak now conversed. The pitiful sobbing had stopped by the time he had exited the fortress, and a subtle depression had set in.
She lied to me. It wasn't a fear that kept her from getting close, it was him. If the rape truly traumatized her, why does she look at him like that?
Walter had, for the first time in many years, let his guard down, only to be hurt worse than Anderson's blades ever could. He sat for a moment on a large rock in a thick of trees, considering what to do next.
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Post by Beatrice on Jun 16, 2008 21:25:56 GMT -5
*A girl, pretty, blonde, and looking no older than eighteen, approached from the trees. Her white dress was simple and plain, and she looked very lost and upset.*
"Excuse me, monsieur, can you help me?"
*Large, innocent green eyes glistened with helpless tears.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 16, 2008 23:24:24 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I am of no help to anyone."
Walter offered her a cursory glance and noticed the tears in her eyes. He sighed. He would get no time for self-pity, it seemed. He turned to face the girl.
"I apologize, I'm just in a bitter mood, I suppose. What is it, dear?"
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Post by Beatrice on Jun 17, 2008 15:06:53 GMT -5
"It's just, I was taking a walk in the forest and I got turned around and suddenly it was so dark- I must get home but I don't know the way!"
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 17, 2008 16:18:53 GMT -5
"Well, I don't see why I can't escort you, young lady."
He approached her with his good hand outstretched.
"Tell me where you live. I'm unfamiliar with the area, but I'm sure together we can find it."
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