The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Battling the Centipede
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Korra approached the monstrous centipede in a blaze of glory, streaking across the sky like a meteoric raindrop. The centipede reared its head back, sensing the approaching threat, but Fable lunged forward and crashed into one of its titanic segments. The insect's blade-like legs slashed and stabbed at the wolf, but the Blade Ward protected him long enough for him to clamp his jaws around a leg and pull it back down.