Tag: Moth-girl
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Patina – Chapter 87
The Hunter pulled Sadja back. What she did was impressive, but he doubted it had been just enough to down Mastra Verna. “You have been great,” he soothed her, passing his hands over her wound. Her skin healed and the wound closed, cruoromancy listening to his expertise as much as Sadja’s body. “Now please stay…
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Patina – Chapter 85
Sadja looked at her twitching hand, at the her chafed nails. She had touched her. She had scratched her! She had wounded her! She turned to look at the woman who had raised her, who had taken her out of her capsule, who had knotted her memories and her thoughts into convoluted knots and who…
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Patina – Chapter 83
Sadja slumped down the tree. Her forces ebbed from her scraped body, slipping down her arms and legs like so many drops of her argent blood. The only thing that mattered in this whole conundrum in the way. She was so tired. Sounds of screams and explosions reached her, which only made her ears twitch.…
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Patina – Chapter 81
Cloria might not have been the best Vestal, but she was marginally better at blocking external forces peering into her mindscape. It was where most of Valeriana’s encouragement went and the one skill she was actually sort-of-good at. She couldn’t forecast tomorrow’s weather but could still tell her own thoughts apart from others’. Given she…
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Patina – Chapter 73
Sadja gritted her teeth, holding the piece of dried meat they had given her. It smelled sickly sweet and she would have preferred to eat anything else. Even the poor vegetables from the moth-people home, or the strips of meat the Hunter had given her had been much much better. Not to mention canned food.…
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Patina – Chapter 71
Cloria did not like this. She stood by the Hunter, gun at the ready, even as he looked far too calm and relaxed for her tastes. These might not be Eerie, per se, but they did bear the scars of the forest. Transformed due to a curse, perhaps? Or passed too much time under the…
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Patina – Chapter 63
The moth-girl sniffed the fresh snow. Her nose wrinkled, following each of the scents as they departed in a thousand directions at once. Behind her, her brother held up a staff with many tinkling bones, rattling them and intoning prayers to ward the hungry ones off. It had worked well, so far. Their parents, armed…
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Patina – Chapter 40
The girl was bleeding silver. She had been doing as much for hours by now. Her forehead shone with a faint glisten of fever, and he had foregone a bit of sleep to check on her. As the fire crackled and the last hour of night gave way into an uncertain morning, he rummaged through…
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Patina – Chapter 24
The Hunter groaned. This eye was killing him, and he was lucky this was a figure of speech yet. Yet. The crimson string pulsated with vivid force now. He was getting closer. Pulling on the reins to steer his sled, he passed by a couple of catoblepi that did not seem fazed at all by…
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Patina – Chapter 22
Things had changed for Sadja, and not for the better. She followed the daughter, brother and father as they walked through the tick trees, their boots creaking over hardened sap and glistening resin. Sadja sniffed the air and she did not like what she found: the usual scent of too-ripe peaches mixed with the metallic…
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