MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
As stoic as Morgan was, as much gore and horror as she'd seen over the years...she still wrinkled her nose at the spilled body parts, the smell of stale blood hitting her. It was, if nothing else, a stark reminder of how much of a problem they were dealing with here.
She did look back to Zariah, surprised that she had not appeared on the other side with the rest of them: but with the woman making her own ice stairs and Neron making an effort to reach for her, she considered the matter sorted. Going to crouch behind the boxes with no complaint, she took quiet shallow breaths and carefully watched to see what Wessex did. In preparation for the fight to come she slowly drew her warhammer from her back, holding it in both hands.
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Morgan hides behind the boxes and draws her warhammer ready to join into the ambush/fight when she needs to.
She did look back to Zariah, surprised that she had not appeared on the other side with the rest of them: but with the woman making her own ice stairs and Neron making an effort to reach for her, she considered the matter sorted. Going to crouch behind the boxes with no complaint, she took quiet shallow breaths and carefully watched to see what Wessex did. In preparation for the fight to come she slowly drew her warhammer from her back, holding it in both hands.
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Morgan hides behind the boxes and draws her warhammer ready to join into the ambush/fight when she needs to.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
