Coyote (
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2006-06-19 01:49 am (UTC)
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Wiping blood away from her nose, Coyote stands. The wreath of fire still burns around her, hazing the air with heat.
The sun is setting. But the Dark is gone. Ah, irony.
She laughs. Looking down at Blodwen, it lengthens to another howl. This one is triumphant.
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The sun is setting. But the Dark is gone. Ah, irony.
She laughs. Looking down at Blodwen, it lengthens to another howl. This one is triumphant.