Tag: Moth-girl
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Patina – Chapter 156
Cloria knew she had come too late – but maybe for the the first time in her life, or the last few years at the very least, she was grateful someone else was having all the luck in the world. She cried out from Bernardo’s embrace, a long and wailing sound, her throat parched from…
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Patina – Chapter 123
So far, Sadja had been used to hear welcome more than goodbye. The only one she had been keen on had been saying goodbye to Verna and every day she was more grateful the horrible woman was out of her life, even if she regretted what could have been if she had been… well a…
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Patina – Chapter 122
Sadja knew time was of the essence. She shared one last look with the Hunter. He nodded in her direction and came back to peer into the night, waiting for the sign of the next assault. The Vestal stood up and waited for her. “I’m going to get some sleep,” she lied. “Lady, it’s better…
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Patina – Chapter 113
Sadja had followed the Hunter on a series of days of training, outside in the snowy woods. She got her first few killings, though it was mostly small-fry, tiny critter Eerie that wouldn’t be able to threaten the town. All in all, after she told him about the failing generator and the worries about holy…
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Patina – Chapter 108
Cramped inside, cramped outside. Sadja reached for the larger pen, tracing down the last few letters on the sign in thick black lines. Her hand was steady, but painting signs while sitting on her knees for hours on end was starting to get to her. “Is this correct?” She asked the old smith-woman who had…
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Patina – Chapter 106
As snow piled up, so did changes. For the next few days, the Hunter’s hut was home to a flurry of activity, most of which was spent in silence. It was as if everyone had their own thoughts and worries to exorcise. The moth-people’s chattering died to a few murmurs as the helped clean out…
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Patina – Chapter 96
Sadja did not know how to feel about coming back into the thick of the woods. That weird, too-sweet scent of almost-rotten peaches still lingered in the air and if the grey pines still cried with tears of thick crimson sap. Silence loomed over the four of them. But at the same time, there was…
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Patina – Chapter 95
Gathering stuff was a little different around the Hunter’s hut. Sadja huffed as she pushed away the next Eerie corpse. Behind he the daughter flipped two more on her shoulders and threw a third on a makeshift sled, pulling them away. There were so many still hanging from the barbed wire hanging between the iron…
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Patina – Chapter 93
So, reading. Sadja’s head still pounded. She repeated in her mind the different signs and mouthed the sounds even as she pressed the iron bars deep into the ground. Two days after Verna’s defeat and her apparent death (oh, Spirits, please let her rest three meters under in the cursed soil!) and she was already,…
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Patina – Chapter 89
Incredibly, Sadja couldn’t sleep. Maybe she didn’t really want to – she’d miss the amazing feeling of an actual bed. To anyone else, her current station would have not seemed anything special: she lay on a wide mattress, covered in three layers of thick blankets, but that was it. The fabric was coarse and they…
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