with our backs to the wall, darkness will fall [open, grieving]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]She couldn't take it. Too many feeling were inside her, all fighting to be felt at the same time. The final string of self control had snapped within Bitterpaw, and now her emotions could no longer be numbed. She couldn't pretend anymore. She was only but a mere mortal, shy of seven months old, and the reins of sanity felt as if they had already slipped out of her desperate grip.


    The corporal lay shaking in the warming sand as the first rays of light touched the beach, coloring everything within its reach in a pale orange glow. On any normal day, Bitterpaw would have stopped, admired the scenery, but no. She had decided to break down now. Her body trembled like the last autumn leaf caught in a winter storm, struggling to keep holding on and have everything under control, but knowing that she could spiral out of reach any second now. Everyone was gone. Pepperspice, Raptorwing, Neonpaw, Wordpaw, Churchespaw, Marina, Buriedpaw. Oh Burr. Why? Placing her head between her paws, the young cat stilled, new grief touching her. Why?


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    Dimitri Neskol'ko Kosei


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    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.
    There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell.
    And I was thinking to myself,
    "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell."
    Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice. And she said,
    "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."[/size]


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    At the sight, Dimitri took in a gasp, his body shuddering as his fur turned chocoplate, with an orange underside.
    Hershel padded up to her, concern lacing his tone. Are you alright?"


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    And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast.
    They stab it with their steely knives,
    But they just can't kill the beast!
    Last thing I remember, I was, Running for the door!
    I had to find the passage back, To the place I was before!
    "Relax, " said the night man,
    "We are programmed to receive.
    You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! "


    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=limegreen]Lyrics: Hotel California, The Eagles[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]A voice. Asking if she was alright. Well, for her it was pretty obvious she wasn't *ing all right, but as she lifted her head to snap at the whomever had spoken, the concern in the stranger's eyes fizzled her anger and a fresh wave of sadness rose to take its place. "My sister. She died yesterday." Bitterpaw's voice was soft as she spoke, holding back her emotions from bleeding into her words. Her eyes already told enough. Though this breakdown was caused by much more than her sister's passing, that was what she was going with. It was much easier to say than spilling a bunch of personal stuff. Sniffing, she pinned her odd gaze onto Hershal's. "I'm sorry, but who are you? You don't ring any bells for me."


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    Dimitri Neskol'ko Kosei


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    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.
    There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell.
    And I was thinking to myself,
    "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell."
    Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice. And she said,
    "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."[/size]


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    "I'm sorry." The words came out with the edge of worry, and the gentlemen scolded himself for not elaborating.
    "Hershel, Hershel Layton-Kosei. Professor of Archeology, master puzzle solver, and true gentlemen. Is there anything I can do to help you?" It was obvious the girl was emotionally distressed, and he had to do something about it.


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    And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast.
    They stab it with their steely knives,
    But they just can't kill the beast!
    Last thing I remember, I was, Running for the door!
    I had to find the passage back, To the place I was before!
    "Relax, " said the night man,
    "We are programmed to receive.
    You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! "


    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=limegreen]Lyrics: Hotel California, The Eagles[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Taking a rattling breath of air, the apprentice closed her eyes for a second, trying to get her emotions under control. Burr is dead. Mom is dead. And everyone else is gone. But you can do this. As her blue and orange orbs came back into view, she focused on Felix. No smile was worn on his features, which was odd considering he was, well, Felix. And what was that he had said? Dad? Oh. "Dimitri." The word was spoken as an exhale of air. Of course. That's where Hershal had come from. Speaking of Hershal, she returned her gaze to him. A puzzle solver? The tiniest of smiles formed. She could do with a puzzle. "Do you know any riddles Hershal?" The question seemed out of the blue, but what she was searching for was a distraction. And what was a better distraction than a riddle?


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    Dimitri Neskol'ko Kosei


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    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.
    There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell.
    And I was thinking to myself,
    "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell."
    Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice. And she said,
    "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."[/size]


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    "Madam, that is like asking me if I know how to breath." The Gentleman said, straightening up. He cocked his head, looking to the side in thought.
    "Hmm. . . Ok, here's a simple one-" He perked up, a light smile on his features. "No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?"


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    And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast.
    They stab it with their steely knives,
    But they just can't kill the beast!
    Last thing I remember, I was, Running for the door!
    I had to find the passage back, To the place I was before!
    "Relax, " said the night man,
    "We are programmed to receive.
    You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave! "


    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=7pt][color=limegreen]Lyrics: Hotel California, The Eagles[/size]