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Unread 2nd of December, 2004, 21:37
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Surayon watches as the one-armed man presses his knife to the other humans wound, the smell of cooking flesh and the sound of muffled screams carrying across to where she hides. She holds herself still, waiting for the moment to quieten, not wanting to provoke anything when she gets up. Before she can start moving, she sees the hooded one and the other armoured human head into the surrounding area, a little to the left of where she is hidden. To be found now would possibly provoke a confrontation, one she doesn't wish to occur; she must save her rage for the killers of her village. Realising her hand has been forced, she sighs quietly, then stands and glides forward towards the one-armed man, deliberately stepping on a twig and snapping it with a sharp crack to advertise her presence.
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