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In front of the dorms, Friday
Friday, August 5th, 2011 09:17 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
whateverknight.livejournal.comSquall didn't know what to do about the people getting sick. He didn't know what to do about the creeping grayness of the land, or how to fix things.
There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well.
Beside him lay a pile of dead creatures, slowly leaching foul fluid into the grass. Some of it was blood. Some of it was green and globby, or thick and black and inky, or a purple that almost seemed to glow. Where it had spattered on Squall, it sizzled and slowly burned away at his leathers.
None of the twisted animals were going to get NEAR the front door of the dorms -- not if he could help it.
(Open like an open thing!)
[ETA: LJ is being a sucky thing right now and not sending me notifications. If I accidentally drop a thread, smack me via email or IM.]
There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well.
Beside him lay a pile of dead creatures, slowly leaching foul fluid into the grass. Some of it was blood. Some of it was green and globby, or thick and black and inky, or a purple that almost seemed to glow. Where it had spattered on Squall, it sizzled and slowly burned away at his leathers.
None of the twisted animals were going to get NEAR the front door of the dorms -- not if he could help it.
(Open like an open thing!)
[ETA: LJ is being a sucky thing right now and not sending me notifications. If I accidentally drop a thread, smack me via email or IM.]
