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Magic #44

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Skaran dropped his pack, and ran to Kralla who'd stumbled away holding her head. Outside the sparkling dome of dust the silence was deafening, making his own thoughts seem like shouting. He grabbed at her from behind as she tumbled into the scrub. "God's damnit Kralla, you're heavy!" Grunting, he dragged her back to the others.

Back inside the dome sound returned, along with some of Kralla's senses. "Let go of me rat." She suddenly snarled. Skaran, tensed and let go as she turned and knelt. "My apologies Skaran, that was uncalled for. I don't know what came over me."

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Kralla's awesome. Stressed yet still has good manners :)

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    Jeff Taylor over 2 years ago

    Yeah. She's a hugger really, under all those claws and teeth 😉

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    You're right, Jeff. After you, though.

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    Jeff Taylor over 2 years ago

    Damn right Drew. Get in line! 😉

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Sounds like a super-rodentine effort on the part of Skaran.

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