|"To destroy me is to destroy Him. To destroy Him, is to end me."|
Turnlabius - ContestNight. It was his hour. The wind had picked up, rustling the branches, making the mighty boughs sway and dip. He was completely hidden, his dark cloak blending seamlessly into the canopy. Moonlight filtered downward, dappling the forest in random patches of silver.Turnlabius - Contest by Dellanine
The branch heaved beneath him as the wind bucked it upwards. Timing it perfectly, he leapt from his perch and landed almost soundlessly on the ground, his impact having only disturbed the cowl of his cloak, the black fabric slipping water-like from his head.
Turnlabius looked up, the beads in his almost luminescent hair clinking softly in the wind. Every precise movement, every deliberate action, calmed him. Inhaling deeply, Turnlabius slowly transferred his weight to his hands, bending his elbows gradually until his the tip of his nose was a hairsbreadth from the ground. He kept his breathing even, his senses at their highest. Smiling slightly, he let his eyes slide closed and waited, unmoving.
Then he heard it. The ground
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Underground Alliance5Chapter 5-Capturing VictorUnderground Alliance5 by sleepisoptional
Rhyna stepped over to Corbin and knelt down next to him. "Thanks for not telling them." She said as she slowly raised her hands up to the cut on Corbin's face. "Here, let me look at that." She hissed as she turned his head to get a better look. Blood had dried along the edges. "This may hurt a little." She said sympathetically. Reaching into her belt pouch, she pulled out a small roll of bandages and cleaning cloths. Opening her water skin, Rhyn poured some water on the rag, and gently began to clean his wounds.
"Do you mind if I ask you how you managed to get caught?" Talyn asked as he leaned against a tree. "I'm mean, you are a hunter. Shouldn't you be able to not get caught?" He grinned, his tone curious instead of accusing. 'Not like we have much room to talk.'
Corbin watched Talyn, and saw some part of his thoughts in his eyes. "I could ask the same of you two, with you being assassins, but things go wrong
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