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The humiliation. The dishonor. The loss of a dream, and the awakening to a nightmare. Euryale was not accustomed to such loss. She had been a feared legend to many, a goddess to some, and her dream to own the underforums were nearly in her grasp. But then the dream had been ripped away from her by one more powerful than she. She had underestimated her opponent, and had lost. Her army of Grimlocks were killed, her Shadowhounds that had come to her at no small price had been stolen, and her prize statues had been confiscated. How could this happen?
She hurt in many places as she lay upon the ground in a crumbled form. Her throat ached and the cold stone lent no comfort to her scrapes and bruises that she had received by being thrown aside as nothing. She had given Terrakis the stare of petrification...and he merely shrugged it off. Her poison had not affected him at all. Her arrows had not pierced his thick skin. She had nothing left of which to defend herself. Why had he not simply killed her? Was he to taunt her and abuse her, torturing her until death slowly crept up? She dared a glance over in his direction as she tried to sit up, hoping that she could find a way to escape this foul beast.
[ 12-15-2003, 07:15 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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