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The Breaking 
 * --by Niain

A beast fell, a ball of raging fury collapsing to the ground growling with its last breath.

Its breathing slowed, snarls quieting with the wind. Blood ran down his fur, mixing with the snow in a light crimson hue. Its eyes glazed, slowly closing.. it began to shrink in upon itself, taking its size back to what could be considered normal.

And there Niain stood, her cold eyes staring at the dying body from behind her mask. Her leather armour clinging to her lithe form in this barren wasteland of snow, the wind flapping her cape around with each gust. (more)