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Despite the strong gusty wind, the day promised to be hot. A wave of heat persistently crawled along the heated forest floor and shamelessly descended into the lowland, completely open to the sun's rays. The wind rustled in the tops of young pines, and hot streams persistently slid through the needles, reaching the lower branches.And before his eyes was not a forest, a cloud of haze rippled and spread in his eyes, steps on the hot sand more and more turned into torture. The air trembled with haze, spreading in thousands of images that were born in the mirror walls of the rocks. He froze in place, letting the heat gnaw at his feet, straightened up, squared his shoulders, looked at the distant gap in the entrance to the cave. The gaze clearly singled out the silhouettes of figures frozen on the border of darkness and light. They were waiting for him, but there was something wrong with this expectation. Sarshi are nocturnal creatures, and from the reflection in the rocks it was the sars
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All faces turned to the alien, people eagerly listened to his words, waiting for an explanation. Tink bit his lip until it bled, not drops, but trickles of blood flowed down his chin. He didn't have time to answer. A dusty cloud shot up over the rift and knuckles appeared along the edge - white-yellow, sharpened by time and raked earth, terribly sharp.The warriors who had arrived from Ereald began to look at each other, trembling hands clenched on the hilts of their swords, dragging the blades out. Mirovir with an involuntary grin watched the dreary misunderstanding, disbelief that was still read on their faces.Did you hope it wasn't true, people?The first row of skeletons swept out of the rift and quickly stepped forward, followed by the second, third, fourth... They pushed each other, tried to overtake, frantically rushed away from the open ground. The werewolf frowned. Something wasn't quite right. The army of fallen warriors did not at all resemble an army. This crush was more
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The silvery lines, as if recollecting themselves, returned to their creator and vanished like a halo under his feet. The Vistolet chuckled coldly, surveyed the ground with an attentive glance, and only then came closer. The tenacious glance of dark eyes quickly ran over the guy's figure, lingered on his face and moved to the weapon.Yarsi waited, he changed the aura of the swords, their appearance, but not their shape. The Vistolet gave no indication of his reaction, his eyes flickered over the weapon and again glared at the eyes of the werewolf.- May I see it? – hand kerten-deso with a relaxed gesture pointed to the Vistol sword.Yarsi nodded, unhooked the sword from his belt and, without taking it out of its scabbard, handed it to the vistolian.- I would like to SEE, - he clarified without touching the weapon.Now the werewolf grinned, wondering if it would be possible to remove the shield only from the sword. He held it in his outstretched hand, under his fingers there was an ela
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Valley of the Winds. Wide water meadows framed by the foothills of the Eastern Rocks. Reeta bypasses the valley a little side, touching only with a narrow tongue of her Border. The forest of the damned stretches out in the direction of a full-flowing river, freely carrying its waters through the meadows. And if you look from the valley to the west, you can see the walls of Eriald, the capital city of the kingdom of Miros, and on the other side, the expanse of a huge lake sparkles in the sun, into which the river flows. But there, along the edge of the Valley of the Wind, there is a border with the kingdom of Tinas.Yarsi stepped back, bitterness flickering in his human eyes. The werewolf looked around the room, lingered on the unopened flower buds in the pictures and quickly left the room. Both of his hands rested on the hilts of the swords.Erto sighed involuntarily.- He won't break?Radolyub rubbed his temples with his fingers and sank wearily into an armchair.“He’s strong…” and s
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It was not possible to persuade Kim and his sisters to stay in the village, and even Lewis got involved. They decided not to bypass the hill, but to climb to its top. The slope turned out to be quite suitable for this - not very steep, in places overgrown with shrubs, which made it possible to grab onto its branches.The children were quickly out of breath, Lewis held on to their backs, helped the girls up. Vic moved cautiously ahead, often stopping and waiting for satellites, somehow he wanted them to be close, and not stretched along the slope. All four climbed in silence, even Kim was very focused and almost catching up with Vic.The top turned out to be sloping, only a few steps long, and then the descent began. The Vistolet clung to the ground, crawled a little and stopped behind a thick bush. Still lying, he cautiously peered out from behind the branches and involuntarily clutched the grass with his hands, squeezed, tore out with the roots. Nothing but curses came to mind. Kim s
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He saw how the faces of people were bending over him, their lips were moving, they were saying something. He also heard sounds, only his memory strangely refused to give an understanding of what they meant. Instead, only a rustling whisper sounded distinctly in the ears, mixed with wheezing, escaping from a sip that was unable to produce anything else, formed into words: Go, go forward, to food, to live meat, to prey, forward ...Footsteps, footsteps all around, very close, it seemed that you had to turn your head slightly and the source of the noise would be visible. He tried to move, the viscous weakness in which the whole body swam was instantly replaced by a cutting pain. And through the pain, other words suddenly began to break through to the ear.- …Can you hear me? Vic! Do you hear? Answer!- Is he conscious? Maybe he was stunned?- Look at your eyes, he sees us.He parted his lips with an effort, pushing the words out of his own throat was strangely difficult, his throat scrat
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As a child, this forest was perceived as just a scary tale told by an old teacher...A jerk up, another jerk, the skin burns with the breath of a flame raging underfoot, the rock squeezes the fire, makes it fly up.And how could it be otherwise? When you lie under a warm blanket, in such a familiar, comfortable room, knowing that you are safe ...The crackling of the converging walls and the rustling of the crumbling earth were the only sounds available to him. Fear? It's funny - fear does not exist.And only somewhere in the depths of consciousness beats an obsessive thought that fairy tales are not always fiction. They are just different...There were no fairy tales in his life and there was no that emptiness that always accompanied the brothers. They were different.“I am grateful to you, teacher, for a life outside of magic, for understanding deprivation, for the perverted joy of feeling like a man. For getting used to the pain of loss. And I hate you. I hate it all put together.
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How amazing a morning can be just from being awakened like that. Elena lay in bed for a long time, recalling his face, hands, smell and even the taste of blood on her own lips with disturbing trepidation. Thoughts in a strange way continued to beat the unfinished moment of intimacy and I didn’t want to think about anything else at all.She had already imagined exactly how this would happen. Kind and sympathetic werewolf girlfriends completely shamelessly and with all the details told about this side of married life. Elena sat with her mouth open, blushed, turned pale, and then stuttered again, clarifying some points. Both Disa and Lyubava were not at all embarrassed that they were initiating the inexperienced princess in particular the habits of some people and werewolves that the girls met on their way in a very long life.All aspects of the diversity of relationships between individuals of the opposite sex were examined in detail and with details. Poor Helena sometimes wanted to cov
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