Farther Away ::Revised::A lone woman sat alone in a pool of crimson, sunken down to her knees and face buried within her hands as she wept. There was blood coating her too, and yet strangely she seemed unaffected physically to the most obvious state of injury and death. There were no cuts to show injury, no ailments whatsoever to give solid reason to her tears. At a glance she was scarcely in her mid-twenties, with long black wavy hair and a fair complexion contrasted with the dark liquid now adorning her features. Her solitude would not last for long, it seemed, for a male figure emerged from the nearby shadows and spoke."Well that was pleasant at least it's
Sinking Sickness: Chapter Two.The Carrier.It had been nearly a week since the incident with the infected feline and still no further sign of the illness. The goats were still separated even though the symptoms supposedly showed within hours, for everyone agreed it was best to take precaution on the matter. With everything slowly calming down and the barn in steady repair it would appear Ordon would go back to its serene self soon enough. However, even with this settling mood, Link stayed ever watchful at the nighttime hours. He'd stay in a rather hidden spot that was located right beside the newly built outdoor pen near the barn, alerting whenever something stirred. Bu
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