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Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Show but don't tell




Sea green eyes glared at the opponent before him. His obsidian black hair was messy and drenched in water. He stood fiercely before the older teen, with his sword rip-tide; gleaming in his slightly pale hands. The older blonde teen smirked as he saw his old enemy snarling and glaring at him like a rabid wolf. His smirk grew wider, shifting his scar upwards as the younger lunged forward trying to strike. But was intercepted by the older's sword; backbiter. They clashed near the side of a cliff for hours waiting till one of them gives in.  

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