- Funeral-
Standing at the rail, Mathilda looked back at the shell of her old friend floating not far off from them. The ship’s mast was cracking, audible even from this distance, and her hull was quickly taking on water. To look at the derelict ship, one would wonder how it survived the night.
But she had. She’d kept her crew safe until
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I get that from reading a lot of Clive Barker.
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I'm trying to gear up to actually write a fight scene with her. I wish i could draw and animate stuff, though. GAH would the images I've got be an awesome picture or video.
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