TROKI KOM AZGEDA.

IND. AZGEDAKRU WARRIOR OC.

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                      '      although this bunker is small you're still hard to track down .     '      troki leaned against the doorway,      smirk in place.      life in the bunker was starting to becoming irritating to her.      she was a warrior,      she should be fighting.      not helping with the mundane tasks she had been assigned to.      she was still grateful to have been chose to have a place in here instead of undoubtedly dying outside;      but on days as dull as today she wondered if it would have been better to have gone in a fiery blast instead of the slow,      painful death that was boredom.

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figklakaau:

                  ouch.         he knew.     he was well aware of what people thought.        when NIA was alive,    things were different.      he was VALUED.     he wasn’t a joke.         so he mumbles something about how she probably wouldn’t appreciate it anyway before continuing to fiddle,      hand running under his nose as a GREAT sniff disturbs barely audible words.         ❛     go,      then.     ❜    

               oh no.      a familiar pang of sympathy hits troki harder than any blow she's received in battle.      feelings,        how inconvenient.      she clears her throat trying to decide how to remedy the situation.      ‘      i only said no because i am uneducated on the subject.      i worried that the bones may  have bad news for me.     '      hopefully this was believable.      she knew her father would be disappointed that she had offended the old man and didn't want him to find out.

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figklakaau:

                       ❛     youngon,           sit with me.     ❜         the man is hung over a bowl full of engraved bones,       muttering a little to himself.        be was renowned for being crazy,     but he just saw the world in a DIFFERENT LIGHT.        ❛     do you know how to read the bones   ??     ❜    

                     did the crazy old man think troki had nothing better to do than sit and babble with him?   truthfully she had no where else to be,    but she didn't want to be caught conversing with him --     some people saw social status as contagious,    and she did not want to catch whatever he had. '   no,    i don't know how to read the bones, and i don't think i want to learn either.   '     she was never suspicious;    this kind of thing freaked her out. 

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                            AI GONPLEI NOU STE ODON.

                    indie azgedakru oc,   written by emma.   niece to nia & cousin to roan.

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