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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Dreamland 
[color=933d41][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	And the nightmare only seemed to get worse. Mauve could feel the sting of a blade rapidly slashing across her outstretched arm as her other hand fumbled to grab any sort of weapon on her person. Her hands were slick with her own blood, but by some miracle she managed to grasp the hilt of her dagger as the dark figure continued his onslaught. Unfortunately, just as she unsheathed it, the dark figure sliced her hand, causing her to drop it with a hiss of pain.

	Nevertheless, the look in her dark blue eyes was defiant. She refused to show fear. [color=933d41]"Bite m--"[/color] her proclamation was cut short as a scream was ripped from her lungs. The ground seemed to be ripped out from underneath her, and she felt herself rapidly falling. She grasped at air before it made contact with something. She found herself now dangling precariously off of the face of a cliff. Her fingers were barely hanging onto the edge of the precipice. She could hear the sounds of dogs barking echoing around her. Her head swam as the sheer blood loss was quickly catching up to her. Eight fingers. Six fingers. Five fingers holding her up. And then none.