ASHINA THE FAE MATE

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lted. Instead of giving in to the temptation to call out into the pitch-black void, she chos

evice. As a tickling sensation caught her attention, she sighed gently and rubbed her thighs and buttocks

surrounding countryside turned grey from the laboriously slow rising light. The lack of her memory wasn't apparen

dvancing light and discovered no noticeable marks or wounds. In an effort to find something famili

stomach. Her feet appeared to be covered in scabs when she glanced at them. A few times, she dropped to her knees and c

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ished into the silver mist above. She went in what at first glance appeared to be a straight

runted as she twisted an old, bendy twig into a knot and threw it into the brush while putting her head against the chil

bouring pine, tied the ends together, and formed a loop. She place

n, you bloody, mossy bastard!" before making anothe

next to an old pine that was eight

out a satisfied sigh and retaining one ha

t and sporadic sleep. Finally, the muttering she

at having something of her own a

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ing about her name. She prowled about the tightly wrapped package, prodding it with a decaying stick. She p

rs were all carefully tucked within. She turned one of the tiny,

may have sharp pieces, and the colour ma

sweetness coated her tongue despite its crumbly, moisture-free feel. After the second one, she stopped because she realised that it might be the only food fo

event from the previous day. Before mastering the distance between mar

ving soon. Anyw

hours later. Growls and hoots could be heard close by as she prepared to sit up and oriented herself in the pitch black. She froze, froz

gh shapes could be seen around her in her vision, but they were nothing compared to the sounds s

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rumble in her stomach. If she had, she wouldn't have to worry about her rumbling stomach scaring off

ss and crackling twigs grew louder. Her bladder would have happily spille

shut in panic, the night had given way to day, and

e, and her eyes adjusted to the blazing sunligh

stood the phenomenon she encountered was impossibly rar

is not locat

otion wasn't stunning. She sighed, wiped her temple

e found difficult to swallow, then exhaled the remainder of her water via sweat. She sat,

est interrupted her. She ignored it for a few minutes before sprawling out like a starfish in the mud and blinking quickly. She wa

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hina let out a cry, rolled onto her stomach, and scuttled across the stony ground into some dense vegetation. She sa

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hina studied her peculiar appearance, her brows furrowing. She reached up and prodded at her soiled cheeks while her colorless, possibly silver eyes looked for recog

e then drank as much of the crisp liquid as her stomach would allow. An ethereal, feminine voice

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ina grinned into her damp palm

but when she peered between her fingers' gaps, she

l creek water across her face

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a strolled along the water's ed

moving,

kicked as a wave of tingling energy surged down her b

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't heard any forest critters for hours. She was confident they coul

under obs

he previous night because of how loud they were, so she speculated that it might

s in the shape of eggs. After skimming a few, she scowled as she once more observed that the crystal-clea

ell is goi

ed groggily below the horizon. She watched as a steady dot of li

it, her heart beat. She watched it carefully for a few minut

, "You stay right there, weird light." Before she allowe

from beneath her, behind the crinkling blue linen. She wasn'

her. rough and b

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