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Media: graphite "The world spun around her head as the Wood Elf tried to recover her dazed senses, the warm, wet feel of blood meeting her lips. An abrupt wave of nausea swept over her, and she lay to the ground, unwilling to move as she waited for her vision to clear. Laera's only coherent thought was that she had been betrayed. Pact or no Pact, she was a fool to trust in a Teir'Dal. What was she thinking? The depth of her naiveté sank into her like a dagger. Somewhere out of the swirling maelstrom surrounding her, a hand brutally took hold of her hair at the top of her head, pulling her upright..." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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