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@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

Riker was kneeling beside his father, white faced. His eyes. So like…

He should never have let this happen. Should never have let his instincts take over.

Never lost control.

Zlatan closed his eyes.

Zlatan, hey, stay here. Don’t get lost in your head.

Blink. Was that h…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Mikkel

The man looked bad, but the only blood was bright, none of the dark kind Mikkel knew to look for.

He stepped away from Eva, his hands already digging out his kit.

“Riker, please lay him flat on his back.” He knelt beside him. “Does anyone have water? I’m almost out.”

The…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Ah, yes. This is perfect! (In a horrible way.)

Viktor

The man was on the ground, the fight was over. Viktor’s shoulder ached from where he’d collided with Zlatan.

From Zlatan’s face, Viktor guessed the Voyager didn’t mind that Viktor had pushed him away from his purpose.

Or rather, back onto…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Mikkel

For a moment silence reigned.

Mikkel blinked.

“Poor fellow. Pity he underestimated his enemy.”

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Wow. These characters… Wow.

*Pulls Zlatan into the group hug*

*Doesn’t think Nyx would want to be huged by a stranger*

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

White hot fury.

Freezing passion.

Smell of blood.

The world went red.

.

.

He blinked. Franz was on the floor before him.

“I’m sorry.”

He was breathing, a large knot forming over his temple. Thank the Maker, he wasn’t killed.

Riker looker up his eyes wide.

“I’m sorry.”

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Ooooooooooooooo! Pizza!

Riker, November… Words fail.

Alyona

Something had changed. This was bad.

Alyona strained to see her brother’s face. When she did, the breath left her lungs.

Lit with a strange fury, his face shone white, but the anger met grief in his eyes. Dangerous grief.

He…[Read more]

@wilder-w
Let it shine
Let it shine
Let it shine!
Uh, =)

@godlyfantasy12

That’s fine!  (I kinda take long anyways, sooo.) November is wonderful!

@godlyfantasy12

It’s fine! I like long ones, although I usually can’t write them.

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

All our dearest characters are our hurt ones!!!

Oh, if Alwin we’re here right now….

Viktor

The man… Hit… Riker.

Viktor’s mind froze on the image, unreal in the torch light. His ears filled with the sound of the blow.

And Alya’s scream.

Then two things fell into place.

This was a…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon

I KNOW!! He’s come so far…he has scars NO one knows about, besides the parents of the children those scars saved.

@freedomwriter76

Ok! Good to know. 😉

Poor Riker!!!

@koshka

I LOVE ZLATAN!!!

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

If anyone else gets something in before me, ignore this please.

Zlatan

The man struck Riker.

Just like that.

This was not how a father should act.

This was like someone else Zlatan knew all to well.

He never felt himself moving. One moment he was standing behind Rikker. The next…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Thank you.

Oh dear. Crosshair and Zlatan. That may not work out well. Which it totally fine. XD

@wilder-w

Oh dear. Why do I write?

Because if I didn’t my head would explode from the pressure of keeping all these tales inside it?

Probably not.

But then again, maybe?

Hmm…

I write because I want to reach, to become a light house to some storm caught vessel, and I write clean because I want this light to shine clear. And besides I wo…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

By the way, IS Franze drunk? ’cause that will affect how Viktor treats him.

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Oh boy.

Viktor

It was not a gaurd, thank the Lord, and it wasn’t one of the retainers Viktor had seen during the day. This man was a stranger to him.

But not to others.

“Father, please calm down.” there was almost a quaver in Riker’s voice. The man had placed himself in front of November and…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Aw, thank you! I love them too. *Sniff*

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

This man was mad. Or from some strange South Kingdom. There was no other explanation for such a display of anger.

Or perhaps he had been drinking something far stronger than water.

Father. 

Riker had called him Father.

Zlatan sheathed his blade, freeing his hands if needed.…[Read more]