5i577 zzn35 3e493 89nrb 6id75 e23rn tf3kb z9392 s36f3 ye29y 46663 2annr 47zsh 3bhnb 8745b snhek 57e24 7i4h2 fay6t 6tyb7 z94n5 Beside the newly applied skin for my OXP, I had custom made a leather-like case for my OXP. Able to fit in the OXP easily and also able to store the OXP keyboard in a separate sleeve compartments. |

Beside the newly applied skin for my OXP, I had custom made a leather-like case for my OXP. Able to fit in the OXP easily and also able to store the OXP keyboard in a separate sleeve compartments.

2022.01.19 01:12 Accomplished_Meat_68 Beside the newly applied skin for my OXP, I had custom made a leather-like case for my OXP. Able to fit in the OXP easily and also able to store the OXP keyboard in a separate sleeve compartments.

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2022.01.19 01:12 newsfeedmedia1 Julia Fox shares steamy snap of herself getting frisky with Kanye West

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2022.01.19 01:12 crytoloover ⚠️100x Metaverse Altcoin you NEED to SEE!!🚀🚀

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2022.01.19 01:12 TECHFOURNINE I MUST NOW SELL MY SOUL

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2022.01.19 01:12 TempWeightliftingAcc Car enthusiasts of Melbourne - how concerned are you of having your pride and joy stolen?

I've always dreamt of owning a few particular cars, and as time goes on they're becoming more and more rare (especially in an okay condition). Finances are decent at the moment, so I've been considering biting the bullet on one. I cannot help but shake the anxiety of having something like that stolen though.
I'm on a bunch of FB groups for cars and hear about stolen cars every week. I've heard horror stories of cars being stolen and then taken to the wharf to be sent overseas within a day, not to mention people breaking into homes and endangering the occupants to get the keys.
I know people say to insure it (and it would be), but with the cars I'm interesting in becoming rarer and rarer I know it would be an absolute nightmare to source another if whatever I purchased ever got stolen.
So how often do you guys have the same anxiety for similar?
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2022.01.19 01:12 Glittering-Paper-345 You cant erase podcast reviews 🤷🏼‍♀️ she does realize people are going to go in on her HARD. And then this too will die off. It’s a horrible podcast by the way.

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2022.01.19 01:12 Ok-Salamander4406 Size 14 find for the brothers

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2022.01.19 01:12 DirtyLaundryLamb How big can you go with 5 pounds? Post pics! [Motivation]

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2022.01.19 01:12 WildestDeer7777 Street Lights is a very amazing, beautiful song.

It really truly is.
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2022.01.19 01:12 prawnbiryani #unsplashcats #cute #adorable #kittens #cats #followformore

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2022.01.19 01:12 nliving163 A place for silence?

Hi everyone, I stream as "GenerallyIncandesent" and one of the things I pledged myself this new year was to face some of my fears and break out of this box that I've lived in for so many years, and I started to stream at the beginning of the year with some of the games I love to play. My issue is that I suffer from a high level of social anxiety coupled with PTSD form my time in the ARMY. I stream, but every time I try to put the mic on, I can't bring myself to do it. I tell myself that I'm doing well by just streaming but...
This has gained me exactly zero followers. My question is- is there any place for no commentary streams? Or am I going to have to try to break out of that too? Any advice on how to do it? Thanks in advance!- GI.
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2022.01.19 01:12 nidx7 Boycott #howimetyourfather

This show is an abomination. It’s filled with bad actors with no chemistry,I tried watching it. And really I’m so disappointed I don’t have words to show how bad the show is. Omg omg omfg Comedy writing is not that hard people but this show made it look so hard. It sucks It just sucks ass Take it off the air people
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2022.01.19 01:12 ACobraQueFuma Got diamond VAL

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2022.01.19 01:12 Midnight_Vesper Y'all play these "video games"

I keep hearing about these things where you play a game, but on a screen called a "television". It seems to be the latest thing.
I hear this old card company called Ninny Enn Do or something is making a game starring a plumber. Sounds cool? Should I try it?
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2022.01.19 01:12 newsfeedmedia1 Billionaire Clive Palmer seeks to become political giant by campaigning against vaccine mandates

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2022.01.19 01:12 DarkFrogKnight A dream I had as a smol child

I just remember going through this open plan sky scraper with that wet carpet and there being a toy booth, I asked my dad If I could get something and he said something along the lines of "it's too expensive" We ended up going into a room that never existed when all of a sudden a giant moth uses it's wings to destroy the skyscraper next to ours and mine with its wings, me and my dad run back to where we came from and pass the now empty toy booth and I ask my dad if I can get a toy, he said sure why not the building is gonna collapse anyways and then we run back to the elevator. THE END.
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2022.01.19 01:12 Gab301 Walden 7 - Ricardo Bofill (postmodernism)

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2022.01.19 01:12 Elliearonson HOW are people grinding? I'm in year 3 and I really want to get everything up before I advance. Please help!!

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2022.01.19 01:12 tgraham4444 Anyone else watch this episode of seinfeld?

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2022.01.19 01:12 beetree102 Should you be able to reverse engineer tech that is on a planet you takeover?

I am play a 5x tech game as a Determined Exterminator machine intelligence. I know in space when you destroyed a ship with tech you do not there is a research project for it.When I invaded one of there planes they had research complexes where I had just research labs still. Had to downgrade it because I had no exotic gases but still believe there should be a research project on the planet to get a boost to the tech.
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2022.01.19 01:12 mickNcheez What would you call the music genre that sounds like it's coming from another room?

I love this genre of music even if it is just a meme, it makes my ears feel good but we never really came up with a name for this type of thing.
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2022.01.19 01:12 thesaltysister Feeling depressed because I’m so stressed about money

I’m on SSDI and it’s gone within two week it’s not livable I’m so tired of not being able to afford what I need. I don’t know what to do, I’ve applied for jobs but I have a really hard time keeping them and don’t seem to be a very good worker. I can barely wake up cuz of my meds. I’m just so stressed does anyone e have advice
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2022.01.19 01:12 Washpedantic The Tacoma narrows bridge.

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2022.01.19 01:12 peliculin Victoria Spick, abogada penalista en pleno vacío sentimental, acude a una boda donde se encuentra con su amigo Vicent y Sam, un ex narcotraficante al que ella ha ayudado. Al día siguiente, Vincent es acusado de intento de asesinato por su compañera.

Victoria Spick, abogada penalista en pleno vacío sentimental, acude a una boda donde se encuentra con su amigo Vicent y Sam, un ex narcotraficante al que ella ha ayudado. Al día siguiente, Vincent es acusado de intento de asesinato por su compañera. submitted by peliculin to pelis28 [link] [comments]


2022.01.19 01:12 HeadOfSpectre The Paragon Mom (3)

Hey there Mommies and Strangers.

If you’ve been following my recent, strange series of posts, you’ll know that my situation has been… Well, difficult, lately. My son, Brandon, is still missing. Several days ago, he disappeared into the forest with the bloody remains of our dog, Dashwood. The police weren’t able to find any trace of him, so at the advice of one of the readers, I turned to someone else to help me. A witch named Dr. Caroline Vega. Her theory was that Brandon had been taken into another world… And as crazy as it might sound, I believe she’s correct. I’ve seen this other world with my own eyes. The Midnight Grove… I barely made it back alive.

Dr. Vega told me that I would probably need a guide to help me traverse this place. I was wrong to ignore her the first time. It’s a mistake I’ve got no intention of making twice and so… That’s what led me to Aurora Pryce. I really can’t say for sure what I expected from Pryce. She was willing to meet me for breakfast the next morning when I emailed her and when I reached the diner she’d told me to meet her at, I settled into one of the booths, not sure what or who to expect.

The woman I met was of about medium height with a lithe build and gave off the vibe of having a sort of wiry strength. Her red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and she carried herself with confidence. Her every move gave off the impression that there wasn’t a thing in the world that could hurt her and she knew it. She had a serious face and intense green eyes, although the smile she wore when she greeted me was warm and personable.

“You must be Ellen.” She said as she sat down across from me. She offered a hand for me to shake. She had a deep, somewhat commanding voice.
“I am, yes. It’s nice to meet you, thank you so much for coming on short notice.
“It’s no problem, really. Just happy to help however I can.”

There was a sincerity to her words that put me at ease. I could see why Dr. Vega had recommended her.

“I appreciate that…” I said, “I’m sure you’ve heard this all before but… Well, it’s not exactly easy to ask for help in this kind of situation. I… I was reluctant to call. I didn’t want to drag someone else into this mess. But… Well. I can’t do this by myself.”
It was hard to say it out loud.

“I’ve been in that boat before… It’s not easy.” Pryce said softly, “It’s overwhelming. The first time I ran into something like this, I didn’t know what to do, how to handle it, or even how to fight it. I just sorta did what I know. Found a target and pursued it. Granted, I used to do it in the air. But I learned how to handle a rifle in basic.”
“You were in the military?” I asked.
She pulled a set of dog tags from under her shirt to show them off.

“Sergeant Pryce, RCAF at your service. Sic Itur ad Astra. Y’know… I thought I’d seen everything. Did a few tours, then came home, didn’t even really get a chance to rest before I found myself snooping into some weird shit. Next thing I know… I’m down the fuckin’ rabbit hole… Wish I could say it gets easier but it really doesn’t. That’s why I do what I do though. I didn’t have anybody to help me deal with it. Now, people have me. It doesn’t exactly pay as well as my day job. But I sleep a little better at night.”

“You don’t get scared, dealing with these things? Putting your life at risk?”
She laughed.

“All the time.” She said, “Being scared isn’t the issue. It’s what you do with that fear. Do you let it freeze you up, or do you channel it into something else?” She shrugged. “That’s how I see it, anyway. Maybe I’m full of shit. Who knows.”

She opened the menu to skim through it.

“Have you ever dealt with the Midnight Grove before?” I asked. She paused for a moment but didn’t look up at me again.

“Once.” She said, “Very briefly. I can’t imagine some of the old Fae living there are too fond of me. Why… You think that’s where your son might be?”

“I know it is. Dr. Vega gave me a ritual… I tried it last night. I’ve been inside the Grove. I know he’s there.”
Pryce glanced up at me, frowning slightly.

“You went into the Grove? By yourself?”
“It… It wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had…”
“I’ll say. From what I’ve heard, some of the things in there just need to smell you before they start hunting you. How long were you there?”

“Long enough to get attacked. I managed to wound whatever it was with my husband's shotgun but… Christ… I swear I blew its head off and it looked like it was still alive…”
“It probably was. From what I’ve heard, the Grove has a weird energy to it. Things from there are hard to kill and things that spend too much time there get… Changed. I’m sure you could ask Dr. Vega for the specifics. This kinda thing all goes a little over my head. But picking a fight with anything inside the Grove, isn’t a great idea.”

“I don’t suppose you’d know how to draw things out…” I asked hopefully.
“If Dr. Vega didn’t suggest it, I don’t think there is a way.” She said, “What I do have is some tricks up my sleeve that might even the odds… I need a bit of time to get set up. But I could have it ready for tonight or tomorrow morning.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. Tonight or tomorrow morning?
“You could? Really? The sooner the better!”
“I’ll see what I can get. I’ve got a friend in town who can help me get my hands on some supplies. I’m going to be completely upfront with you, it’s not exactly foolproof. I don’t know much about the Grove other than it’s a shitty place to be with a lot of tough customers. I’m not going to pretend like this is going to be easy. But I’ll do what I can to help you.”
I could’ve kissed her right at that moment. Instead, I settled for a simple thank you and tried not to cry.

“Don’t worry about it.” Pryce assured me, “Tell you what. You can pay me by buying breakfast. Have you ever had the western omelet here? Absolutely fucking legendary. They use peameal bacon. It’s incredible!”

She could’ve asked me to buy her the whole damn diner and I would’ve done it. Instead, this woman agreed to help me enter what had to be a circle of hell to help me save my son… And all she wanted was a western omelet with a side of peameal bacon. To her credit… She was right about the omelet. It really was fantastic.

I spent the remainder of the day waiting anxiously for Pryce to text me and I would be lying if I said that it was an easy wait. The hours dragged by at an almost agonizing pace. Seconds felt like minutes and I couldn’t find a single thing to take my mind off it. I slept for a while, then woke up to check my phone in the hopes that Pryce had texted me. Some gnawing, doubting feeling in my gut told me she wouldn’t. That she would find some excuse not to help me… But there were messages from her alright.

‘Going to take a while. Heading back to my place to grab some supplies. Asked a friend to pick me up something special as well from her work. Might come in handy. I should be back in town tonight.’

‘Got the supplies. On my way back. Going to rest first. You should too. Should be ready to go by dawn. Does 5 or 6 work better for you?’

The fact that she’d taken the time to update me did lift my spirits a little. At least I knew that if nothing else, she intended to keep her word. But it didn’t make the waiting any easier. I set an alarm for 4 in the morning. I wanted to be ready for her to come at 5. Then, I tried to eat. I thought it better to have something in my stomach. I didn’t have the mental energy to cook. I ordered takeout instead, and when it came I just picked at it.

My stomach felt repulsed at the idea of food. Looking at the mixture of lo mein noodles and sweet and sour pork on my plate just made me feel sick. The sight of the deep fried pork conjured up images of the broken flesh of that shambling thing after I’d shot it… When I closed my eyes, I could still see it writhing on the ground. I tried not to look up at the woods. But it was hard not to. I kept staring at the trees, looking for signs of movement. As usual, I saw nothing… And it did nothing to put my mind at ease. When I couldn’t eat, I took a sleeping pill to try and make myself sleep. It did the the job well enough. Dreamless slumber was better than the gnawing anxiety keeping me up.

I was woken up by a loud pounding at my door and the beeping of my alarm. Groggy, I glanced at my phone. 4:02 AM. It was still dark outside. The knocking at the door came again and I dragged myself out of bed, shuffling to the front door to pull it open.

“Hello?”
“Morning.”

Pryce stood on my doorstep, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater with a canvas backpack slung over her shoulder. She didn’t wait for an invitation before quietly slipping past me to get inside. She carried something that looked like a guitar case with her.

“Sorry. Figured you wouldn’t mind if I came early.”
“Not at all.” I said, still groggy, “I was just waking up. Can I get you some coffee? Breakfast?”
“Coffee would be great.”

She seemed pretty lively considering the time, but I suppose someone like her would be used to waking up at the crack of dawn. I shuffled into the kitchen to put on the coffee machine and figured I might as well make pancakes as well. Just because my life had gone to shit, didn’t mean I had to be a bad host.

As I shuffled about the kitchen, Pryce set up on my kitchen table. She set her case down on the table and put her backpack down gently in one of the chairs. I watched as she opened the case and recoiled slightly as she took out a scoped assault rifle.

“That’s… A lot…” I murmured under my breath.
“C7A2.” She said, “30 rounds of ‘Fuck Off’ that should either scare off or kill anything we run into. My friend Jasmine swears by this thing. I figured that it would be worth it to stop by home and pick it up. I made a few modifications based on Dr. Vegas advice, about a year or so back. Nothing that really impacts performance. But she showed me some runes I could use to give it a little more kick.”
“You think it’ll be enough?” I asked.

“I think it’s better than being unarmed.” She replied, “Vega says that the Grove makes things stronger. My reckoning is that what might kill something dead out here, might not quite do the trick in there. So, it really can’t hurt to pack a little extra oomph…”

She set the rifle down onto the table, before opening up her backpack. She gently took something out and set it down on my kitchen counter. It looked like a brown stick of something, but I couldn’t tell what.

“Then there’s these. My friend Amanda works down at the quarry. I asked if they had any dynamite. Turns out they do. So… She kinda borrowed some.”
“Dynamite?” I asked before it clicked. She’d just put explosives down on my countertop. “Is that… Safe?”

“As long as we don’t start violently shaking the bag and tossing it around, we’ll be fine.” She said, “I don’t have a lot. Enough to give something one hell of a nasty surprise. But that’s it. And lastly…”

From a side pocket of the bag, she took out a black tactical knife. She pulled it from its sheath and I could see white runes carved along the blade.
“For getting out of trouble. The runes’ll mess up some of the weaker entities. But I dunno how effective it’ll be against anything that powerful. Still. Better to have it than to leave it.”
She hooked the knife onto her belt.
“Other than that, I’ve got a few spare clips of ammo. I’m about as ready as I’m bound to get.”

I almost felt embarrassed for not being ready myself, although the reality of having explosives in my kitchen had woken me up in a way that coffee could only have aspired to.
“I’ll get myself ready, then…” I said softly. The smell of something burning reminded me of the pancakes I’d started and I hastily flipped them before setting them on a lower heat.

“I’ve got my husband's shotgun, do you think that would be enough?”
“By itself, probably not. I could use the same runes on it though. It’ll add a little extra sting to your shots.” Pryce offered. I didn’t waste any time in letting her have the shotgun. Carving little runes into the stock wasn’t going to hurt it and if she said it might help, I wasn’t about to question her.

I was ready within the next half hour. I took a quick shower and put on some comfortable clothes. Pryce had eaten and finished with my shotgun by the time I came out again. It sat by my kitchen table, waiting for me. Pryce herself stood waiting, backpack on and rifle in hand. I picked up the shotgun to inspect it, before deciding that it didn’t matter what I made of the runes. They were either going to help or they weren't.

“You set?” Pryce asked. I nodded slowly and set the gun down.
“Yes… Yeah, I’m ready.”
The sun wasn’t up yet. The sky was still dark and the forest sat ominous and silent behind my house. No point in waiting any longer. I set the candle on the table again and drew the same sigil I’d drawn last time. Pryce and I stood inside it, at the ready.

I lit the candle first, then burned the incense. That sweet, heavy smoke filled my lungs again. Beside me, I heard Pryce inhale, then exhale. I coughed. She didn’t. My head began to feel light. I could feel the buzz coming on. I felt Pryce reach for my hand and take it.

“You know the way there…” She said, “Show me…”

The world was different. The candle was brighter. I looked out the window and into the woods. I forced myself to see the darkness of the Midnight Grove. I dredged it up from my memories and could feel myself starting to shake as I did. I made myself envision it… I made myself return… And as I blinked, the dark vision of whatever hell that thing had taken my son to shifted from my memories into reality.

I could see the impossibly dark trees through the windows. I could sense the unease growing in my stomach and I found myself regretting wasting my time with breakfast.

“That’s it…” I said softly, “That’s it…”

Beside me, Pryce stared into the woods, her brow furrowed. She let go of my hand and approached the window. She surveyed the darkened trees, looking for some sign of life before she took a deep breath.
“Alright then…” She said, before looking back at me. “Let’s move out. I’m going to see if I can pick up a trail. Tracks or something. Stay close. Eyes up, but walk softly.”

She headed for the back door and stepped out into the twisted reflection of my backyard. Then, rifle at the ready she stepped down off the porch. I followed her closely, trying to move as she did. I felt almost like a child, mimicking a parent. Pryce barely made a sound as she walked. She moved like a panther. Compared to her, I might as well have strapped half the kitchenware to my body for all the sound I made.

She pulled a flashlight from her belt and after listening for a moment, shined it down onto the ground. She swept it slowly and deliberately through the grass as she scanned the area near my porch. She paused, keeping the light on something for a moment, before moving on. A moment later, she stopped.

“Tracks…” She said softly, “I can see two sets. I figure one must be yours from your last trip in. The other one though… Paw prints and shoe prints…”
“Brandon and Dashwood…” I replied, “They left a trail?”
“Looks like it… Alright. Let’s move into the woods. Watch where I step. Just stay as quiet as you can.”

She used the flashlight to follow the trail for a moment before turning it off and heading into the woods. Once we were at the treeline, she ducked lower. I did the same. We were in the Midnight Grove now… And though I could hear nothing else in those woods except for us, I knew we were not alone.

Pryce moved quietly but quickly, never getting too far ahead of me. She turned her flashlight on every few meters, keeping it close to the ground to make sure we were still on the right track.

“Best not to leave it on, in case we attract something.” She’d said at one point, “A little less convenient this way. But at least we can control the light.”

I suppose it isn’t much of an achievement to say that with Pryce, I got further than I had before. Last time, I couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes but this time, we moved deeper into the forest than I’d been even outside of the Grove. A few minutes very quickly turned into what must have been an hour or so. A couple of times, Pryce signaled for me to stop and to take cover. The first time she did, I didn’t understand what she meant until I saw her ducking behind a tree to hide and I quickly did the same thing.

A few moments later, I heard it. Something big, stalking through the forest. I could hear its raspy breathing and slow, lumbering steps that shook the ground. I didn’t dare look out to see what it might’ve been. Perhaps that was for the best.

When silence returned, Pryce peeked out of her hiding spot, then gestured that it was all clear.
“Shootings better as a last resort here.” She said, “Start popping off rounds, and you tell everything nearby exactly where you are. We’re clear now. C’mon.”

With that, she was on the move again.

Our next encounter came another hour or so later. Just like the first time, Pryce went silent, before gesturing for me to get into cover. I didn’t hesitate this time. There was a tree nearby, down a short incline and I ducked behind it. I could see Pryce doing the same behind a large stump.

I held my breath, listening for movement but I didn’t hear anything. Not at first, anyways… Then came the low, shuddering rasp of something close to me. It almost sounded human… Almost… Maybe that’s what it used to be.

But just from the sound, it made in its throat, I already knew that there was nothing human about what was lurking near the tree I was hiding behind. I gripped my shotgun tight, steeling myself to pull the trigger if I needed to, knowing that it most likely wouldn’t end well.

I glanced over to where I’d seen Pryce duck into hiding but… She wasn’t there… The spot where she’d been a moment before was empty. I heard a low, throaty huff from whatever creature was lurking nearby. I could hear its soft footsteps as it moved to round the tree and I gripped my gun tight.

Then, I heard an animalistic shriek of surprise… Then a low, gurgling rasp followed by a thud. I panicked and made myself stand. I rounded the tree, shotgun in my trembling hands to blow the head off whatever creature was waiting for me. Instead, I saw it on the ground, with Pryce on top of it.

The creature looked similar to the one I’d seen before, although it couldn’t have been the same one. It was clearly still alive although its throat had been cut. The only sound it could still make was a wet, rasping noise as black blood gushed out of its wound.

Pryce had forced it onto its side. She had seized it by one wrist to keep it from swiping at her and had the other arm pinned beneath her boot. The creature probably could’ve overpowered her easily if it had the time. But she must’ve caught it off guard and now, there didn’t seem to be much it could do to fight back. She drove the runed combat knife into its chest, over and over again, leaving several deep stab wounds in its chest before finally launching herself away from the wounded creature.

I could see it struggling to stand, only able to let out wet gurgling noises as it tried to breathe. But it seemed too heavily wounded. The creature pulled itself onto its stomach, shielding it from further harm but Pryce seemed to have expected that. As soon as it was down on its stomach, she came at it again, leaping onto its back to pin it down as she stabbed it again, puncturing its lungs and ripping at its vital organs. The creature squirmed in panic, trying to scream in pain but it didn’t have the energy.

Pryce tore into it with a cold, precise violence that both turned my stomach and left me in awe. Once she was done with its back, she seized it by what little hair was left on its head and drove the knife through its temple, violently twisting it. The creature seemed to shudder as its body went limp. Its limbs seemed to twitch and with a final grunt, Pryce ripped the knife out of its head. She wiped the blood off on its grayish skin before standing up. The creature was still twitching and gurgling. But it made no more efforts to get up.

“I-Is it dead…” I asked, my voice cracking slightly.
“Yeah… I’d say so…” Pryce replied, breathless, “Sorry. Saw it sniffing you out and figured I’d blindside it.”

She sheathed her knife before gesturing for me to follow.
“C’mon, let’s not hang around too long.”
She took off in a jog and I didn’t stick around to see what came to investigate the attack. I followed her.

“What was that thing?” I asked.
“Ghoul. That’s what happens when you fuck around with the Old Fae. It’s never a pretty sight… I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised they’re in here, considering this is where the Old Fae live.”
“Old Fae, what are those?” I asked.
“Exactly what it says on the tin. Old Fae.” Pryce replied, “I dunno the full history of it, but supposedly a long time ago, some of the Forest Fae split into two groups. Some of them stayed in our world. Never encountered one of them, but I guess they seem normal enough. The rest struck a deal with the creature that runs this world, and came here… Problem is, this place has a way of changing things. Twisting them. The Old Fae are the oldest of their number… They’re powerful. Almost like Gods.”

“Have you ever killed one?” I asked.
Pryce looked back at me.
“An Old Fae? I dunno if they even can be killed. Like I said, they’re basically one step below Gods. You can fight a God. Maybe you can even win. But you’ll never kill them. Just trust me on that?”

“Why, have you ever fought a God?”
“Once. Can’t say I’d want to do it again.”
“Wait… Seriously? You’ve fought a God?”
Pryce smiled slightly.

“Tell you what, after we get your son, I’ll tell you all about it over another omelet.”
With that, she turned and kept walking. Then after a moment, I followed, knowing that at the end of the path, Brandon would be waiting.
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