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The hell horse is one of the many feral mutant beasts of the wastes, empowered by Demonic features, and Bosco travels under its shadow, long distances clutched on its back without being either seen or felt. Now dismounting after reaching the sector where his prey has been sighted. The Huntsman must respect the balance of Beasts, as he admires their freedom. "Leave this pit now, noble steed. It's about to get bloody". The perched up Butcher marks the kill, prowling like a buzzard, beholding the Behemoths plowing below in the quarry. He pulls up the bone carved death whistle and blows, transforming his breath into the harrowing howls of harpies, disturbing the tranquil pack as they stampede as horde.

now all i wanna do is write a 10 page essay on it omg

OH MY GOSHJSJS

THAT WAS LIKE MY SAME REACTION BUT WITH SO MANY TEARS

dhosjsjd i’d gladly read it if you will

ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, 

ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, 

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ? 

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, 

ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. 

A wax figure of Queen Elizabeth II -Madame Tussauds on December 11, 2018 in Berlin, Germany.   - Source: Getty Images Europe

Garen knelt by the artifact and picked up the magical stone. He didn’t bother dusting himself off, the weight of it felt heavy in his hand. How many lives were sacrificed? All for just this one little stone. He was glad he intervened when he did. The opposing parties were at each others throats for years, each side vying for the power within the stone. It only served to reaffirm his dislike of magic.

The old building that housed the magical stone was new, and built hastily. It was no wonder it was torn apart so easily by enemy invaders. The stink of bodies, hot metal and ash permeated the air and choked his senses. Garen coughed and used the blue cloth around his neck to block out some of the smoke. That didn’t stop it from stinging his eyes and blurring his senses. Burned wood smoked and crackled, parts of the building still smoldering. He emerged, dazed and confused, unsure which side he had come out of. One of his lieutenants was running up the hill to check on him, his worried face a relief to the tired general. 

That’s when he felt the first pull.

Garen tried to walk forward but was shoved back by an invisible force. Confused, he tried again, his feet sliding in the grass as he was forced backwards once more. He couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong until he saw the lieutenant stop abruptly, eyes wide and mouth agape at something behind Garen. 

He tried to look behind him to see what caused the shocked reaction, but his hand suddenly stared to burn. The stone artifact was glowing bright and hot in his hand, and before he knew it something sucked him backward and for Garen, the world went white. He was deaf as well as blind for only a moment, but it was enough to disorient him.

The next thing he knew, he was face first on the floor. Or what he hoped was the ground. It felt like he had been flung by a catapult and landed just as gracefully as he might have imagined. He gasped for breath, his hair and skin singed and smoking. The parts of him beneath his armor were untouched by whatever it was that just happened to him. He cursed and groaned as he tried to roll over. Maybe his lieutenant would have a better idea of what happened.

Instead of his lieutenant, Garen looked up to see bizarre creatures hovering around him. Panic set in, and the soldier rose quickly. He stumbled to his feet and pain shot through his body. He finally dropped the blackened stone that had nearly adhered itself to his closed fist, now devoid of any magical properties it had.

Damnable magic.

Britney: I ain't that dumb

Elíz: bet

Honestly, feel so called out from one word xjcbdjebdjebu