sound the bugle now

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind "It seems cruel," the girl replies, still clinging to the comfort of Frey upon her skin, "To bring something to life and then leave it to rot. Did she do this? Or-" and another thought strikes her, harder to reconcile, "-did it happen because she was locked away?" The answer of 'not yet' does little to assuage Amalia's panic, but as they begin to disappear once more a larger concern looms. For as she watches a figure strikes forward, reaching out with reverent hands to clasp the center of the mummified figure within, and there is a flash of light, and- "-NO!" Amalia cries into the trees, reaching out with a trembling arm, but it is much, much too late. Above her the Spire is crumbling, its top shattered down into fragments like the demon before, and all around the barrier... the barrier... The barrier is falling. Naked, exhausted from the combined stress of trauma and orgasms, terror and sex, Amalia sits back upon her heels, stunned. She shivers, though whether from cold or fear she is not sure. Overwhelmed by the whirlwind of new sensations, the blasting gale of change, Amalia Chandrakant can only stare as everything she has ever known is irrevocably altered. Their cage is open. They are free. Only, she did not expect freedom to taste so sour. "What happens to the world now?" the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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