Tanar

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5 months ago  

Dark cold wind bit his bare body despite the burning bonfire they had set up between them. Tanar heard a screeching sound, the sound of pain, agony, and death. He looked up, and the moon hung bright, still, and more powerful than he had ever seen it. Mas was bleeding, and pointed her blood towards the fire as they chanted their mantras. Purple flames engulfed them, blinding their eyes as the deathly screech amplified. By the time Tanar and Mas could see each other again, Sar was gone. 


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