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Fallout: Familiar faces 31
Coming awake the next morning was an easy thing to do, as Ash blinked into what seemed to be a pillow. She turned a bit, frowning at the roof, feeling a bit funny all over. She recognized the place almost immediately, even if it made her wonder how the heck she had gotten to Henry’s office. The last she recalled was… her and Dean avoiding a bighorner.
Ash sat up, reaching to rub the back of her head almost instantly, as the headache came over her like a wave.
“Ow…” she muttered afterwards, lifting her head to look around.
Speaking of Dean, where was he? Or anyone else for that matter.
Groaning, she got up from the bed, feeling a bit stiff and cold oddly enough. Even her skin seemed to itch a bit. Scratching her bare arm, since someone had removed her jacket, probably to treat her, she walked out of the doctor’s office. There were some mutants nearby, though none paid her any particular attention as she leant on the doorframe, sighing. She felt real
Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 2The Pale was cold and harsh as usual, the crisp snow glittering in the dim moonlight. Even at a distance, it was easy to see the building further off under some cliffs, where fires were slowly dying out in the cold.
Varga ran through the snow like she hadn’t before, giving even Teldryn a hard time keeping up, as he silently cursed her speed, brought on by gods knew what; probably her lycanthropy. He had no idea why she was running either, it was just a partly burned-down house by the looks of it and yet she dashed as if her life depended on it. And here he thought they were in a hurry to get back to Solstheim and return Neloth’s damned old staff or whatever it was.
She didn’t stop even as she ran up the stairs and through the now broken apart doorway that splintered apart upon the touch of her shoulder. There were bodies inside, as well as blood and… strange black hounds she had never seen before. By the time Teldryn caught up with her, she had already knelt do
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The road barely existed anymore up here; plants and tree roots had started to tear it apart, causing small buckles large enough to trip you over if you weren’t careful. Ash thought it was beautiful up here if nothing less. But beautiful often meant dangerous as well, at least in plant and animal life. So as much as she enjoyed the view, she had to keep an eye out as well. Dean paused now and then, as if lost in thought when watching certain trees or plants. Ash didn’t comment but paused as well when it happened; watching him quietly, wondering what was going on in his mind. Something nostalgic for sure; this was the closest to the world before the bombs she could picture herself. Way before the bombs, she figured, before the humans had really started to ruin the world. It was an interesting prospect really. Dean always started to walk again with a small grunt, as if cursing himself for allowing his mind to wander so much that he actively paused and had Ash wait for him.
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