It’s amazing how the body reacts when danger is a reality.
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Being a small Miqo’te, K’mih was faster than the worm even with an axe in hand. She managed to make use of that advantage, her only one; after dodging one of the monster’s impacts against the ground, her axe did its job against its skin, breaking through the thickness and tearing it apart almost accidentally.
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She was unsure of what happened next, or how many hits the sand worm had to take before falling. It was like waking up from a strange possession, like falling asleep to nightmares. When the young Miqo’te realized, she was half covered in blood, panting as her lungs struggled for air. Unblinking, wide eyes glued themselves to the monster, noticing it was still alive.
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It breathed with difficulty, drowning in a painful pool of blood, yet still alive. Such was the condemn K’mih had inflicted upon it. No matter how hard she’d tried, she’d been unable to properly kill her prey. Her work of art was nothing but a mess; an excruciating, obscene mess.
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A scream came out from the depths of her throat as she desperately raised her axe again. She stabbed the monster once, twice, again and again, until it stopped breathing.
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After that, there was nothing. Nothing but scarlet under her feet, bitter tears from shut eyes, and small sobs.
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She’d passed the test.
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It was a happy day for a Miqo’te.
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Being a small Miqo’te, K’mih was faster than the worm even with an axe in hand. She managed to make use of that advantage, her only one; after dodging one of the monster’s impacts against the ground, her axe did its job against its skin, breaking through the thickness and tearing it apart almost accidentally.
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She was unsure of what happened next, or how many hits the sand worm had to take before falling. It was like waking up from a strange possession, like falling asleep to nightmares. When the young Miqo’te realized, she was half covered in blood, panting as her lungs struggled for air. Unblinking, wide eyes glued themselves to the monster, noticing it was still alive.
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It breathed with difficulty, drowning in a painful pool of blood, yet still alive. Such was the condemn K’mih had inflicted upon it. No matter how hard she’d tried, she’d been unable to properly kill her prey. Her work of art was nothing but a mess; an excruciating, obscene mess.
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A scream came out from the depths of her throat as she desperately raised her axe again. She stabbed the monster once, twice, again and again, until it stopped breathing.
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After that, there was nothing. Nothing but scarlet under her feet, bitter tears from shut eyes, and small sobs.
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She’d passed the test.
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It was a happy day for a Miqo’te.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
