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Village of Traffyn Fenwd - Beds For Ewe!
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For Colin, time shuddered, memory jagged and violent, a cart over rock. 

 The realisation that Kate was [i]Kate[/i]. Saying as much, staring, petrified at the pallor of her face. 

Smoke. Thick in his lungs.

 Then he was running, fresh mud slick under his boots, rain cold and thick, soaked through to the skin in seconds.  He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t. Not when all he saw was soot streaked pale skin, when all he heard was the lock. Clicking. Locksley. Screaming. 

 Hands. At his neck. Wild eyes. Starched skin. Bloody fangs through lips peeled back in a snarl. 

 [i]”No need to scream child-”[/i] 

 [i]“Fecking move Lad!”[/i]

  Lying on the ground, breath ragged. Was the sky dark with rain or with night? 

  Lips moving, forming words he couldn’t hear. White hair. Amber eyes. Nyssa. That was Nyssa. His fellow hood. [i]Not[i] a leech. [i]Fuck[/i]. 

 He was shaking all over. Cold or adrenaline or both, he couldn’t tell. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. The scent of smoke still lingered, the back of his throat charred and thick with the ghost of cool hands like irons about his neck.  

 Someone dragged him to his feet. Nyssa? Eliza? It was hard to tell. Impossible. With the rain and the smoke and Locksley's flesh bubbling in his ear-  Eliza was talking. Telling him to pull himself together. He clenched his fists, the inside of his palms warming upon the contact. God. He was such a fucking [i]idiot[/i]. 

[color=8dc73f] “Sorry.”[/color] He didn’t look at her. [color=8dc73f]“Won’t happen again.”[/color] That was a lie. She probably knew it was a lie. It wasn’t like he had any [i]fucking[/i] control. He took a steadying breath. It didn’t do much. His heart still hammered, ribs still crushed lungs like fists with every laboured breath. His skin still rippled with cold-heat. Cheeks and ears bright red - he didn’t have to see them to know.  

 He glanced up, trying to find- [i]shit[/i], Kate. Of course.

 He didn’t even have time to blink. One second she was approaching Nyssa, the next, she had a hand on her shoulder from behind. Pulled her round with an almighty heave, and… 

Colin blanched. 

[color=fff200] “Keep your skinny fucking hands of my bloody brother, bitch!”[/color] she yelled, fist aimed squarely at the soft pink of Nyssa’s mouth.

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The dry, brittle branch exploded.

There was the briefest moment where, upon touching Vitius’ lips, it had hummed. Vibrated, almost, with impossibly powerful magics. Nothing natural, even for someone used to living in a world full of the strange and the powerful. 

But then shards of sharp, dry wood erupted outwards. 

At the same time, a fleeting glimpse of grey. 

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 Anger. [i]Pain[/i], as if Vitius had driven it to the actions it had taken. Whatever it was, it was becoming increasingly unhappy, as yet another tree slammed downwards. 

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