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Post by Angel on Jun 8, 2015 0:02:16 GMT -6
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
Angel narrowed her single blue eye and sniffed the air. She narrowed her eyes and stalked forward, she felt a presence in the forest that she hadn't seen in a few moons. Is that.. is that Chord? she thought and then blinked her eye. She growled and then turned her head and sniffed again and ran down a hill to see him standing there. " Chord!" words: Chord • tags: none • notes: new template<3 |
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Post by Chord on Jun 8, 2015 10:06:05 GMT -6
Chord stood at the edge of the trees, gazing out at a field of grass. I wonder where HellHound went off to, he thought silently. "Chord!" He whirled around at the sound of the voice, searching for the source. Angel? He hadn't seen her in quite some time, but, nevertheless, he padded away from the field and towards her.
"Hello, Angel," he replied, dipping his head slightly. He looked down at her, head tilted to the side as he waited for her to explain. Does she need me for something?
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