Her father stood by her kneeling form with a sword under her chin, holding up her dirt streaked face. And still, her eyes glinted defiantly. "Death before dishonour, right, Father?" she spat some blood onto the ground.
Her father's eyes matched her own, but with a very different type of defiance. He raised his sword.
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So this is a really short and not very detailed one but I though it was good to start and I quite like it myself :)
- DJay x
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My random story scenes
RandomSo I have a bunch of fluff scenes on my laptop that need a place to hide. Do you ever get a random hit of inspiration and just HAVE to act on it? Well these are those times... (feel free to use them as prompts) (If you use my scenes in your stories...
