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2024-10-29 19:42:56She tilted her head back and flowing copper hair flooded down her back. Dangling between the spots of blood forming dual lines down the back of the brown cloth. Her hair began to spear with short bursts of lightening. The currents tossing her tresses hauntingly. Red lights travelled from her hair and wings over her shoulders and down her arms. Moving into her hands in bright flashes that generated a methodic hum.
There was a tink like the sound of someone clicking metal on glass. Then a pop that shook the room. Making the bed vibrate so rapidly it rattled on the floor.
Savage stepped back to get away from the orbit of her power. A boom like thunder sounded and Dimurah peered over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were so vibrant that blue beams speared from both into the darkness. The perfect white of her skin was pearlized. Like rainbows danced just under her flesh.
Her expression was pure confusion.
Despite that she’s controlling it, she’s scared. <
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