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He did not believe what he saw in front of him when the snow-white contours of the fortress wall appeared between the trees. At first, Sareth thought that he was mistaken - hunger and nightmares still finished him off, and he was about to fall straight into the well of madness. Riding half-starving through an enchanted forest, drinking tasteless water and listening to a cat raging in a bag - and not such a dream.But the closer Blaska came to the strange mirage, the brighter the structure loomed - smooth and dazzling white, like ivory. The smooth surface stretched high towards the graying skies, as if serving as a support for them. Rows of strict, narrow loopholes ran in straight lines, dark holes looked unfriendly and menacing: just another moment and a whirlwind of arrows and stones would break out from there.The forest seemed afraid to come any closer to the foot of the wall, where not a sprout grew, as if every blade of grass had been plucked out by an overzealous gardener. The w
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He took out the last cracker from his bag, dried up, almost stone, put half in front of the cat, half he threw into his mouth. Breaking his teeth on him, he picked up the bag and poured a few crumbs into his palm, licked it off with his tongue. With an empty and miserable bag he covered the cat, who did not even think of touching the cracker. I completely forgot about the fire and simply, grimacing from the dull pain in each vertebra, leaned back on my back in order to somehow relax. Bruises and bruises sang a plaintive ballad about his ridiculous fall, which will have to listen to for a very long time. Although Sareth understood that he himself was to blame for his sores, he involuntarily connected the fall with the obstinate structure, which was in no hurry to part with the guest so easily.There was still a wall before my eyes and in my thoughts. Only she.Neither the noise of the breeze, nor the singing of birds, and even less human voices, could be heard from the silent battlemen
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His head was shaking, he was rocking like a boat on the waves. But he stubbornly took his couple of steps and crawled back to gain strength in order to try again after a while. And every day the legs obeyed better and better. Even the grandfather grunted approvingly at his efforts.When Cres was strong enough to feel more or less confident on his own two feet, he moved towards the exit from this stuffy hole, opened the door and almost collapsed from a sharp gust of wind. In front of the house was a small wooden platform with a rope fence up to the waist. And a sea of yellowing leaves.Already by some sixth sense, he realized that his eyes did not deceive him. Having driven the top of the head into the lintel, - now there will also be a bump! – he hesitantly approached the fence and looked down. A new gust of wind and an explosive rustle of leaves forced him to retreat.It turned out that the hut was conveniently located high in the branches of a giant ref, resembling a bee hive. It
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Alyssa was just a master at weaving charms and whispering various ailments, and the tongue was sharp, an infection. I, like many in the village, I remember, ruffled by the scruff of the neck. He will beckon with his eyes, and remove him with his tongue. D'ahgers from all around her walked around her like rams around a wedge. And, you know, she laughs and makes fun of everyone - no one could take her, she twisted her legs and arms for everyone. She refused everyone, even Khalsa slapped her at first without salty slurping, as if she doused him with water. She ridiculed the messengers when they sent them to their house every now and then. Nothing took her. Wind, and only.The old man fell silent for a moment, blowing smoke - he looked and looked somewhere after his memories.- Apparently, Khalsa somehow won her hand ...“Yes, I didn’t miss it, old wolf,” grandfather nodded. Apparently it was destined for him. And I remember what a stately fellow Khalsa was in his youth. He was then alrea
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- So what?..- And then! Two weeks had not passed, when such a boil jumped up on his hare! To his parents—why did the d'ahs send them such a son? - I had to cajole Leshy so that he would cut this rubbish off his face. I myself saw how he slashed. There was some blood, oh ru ! she laughed out loud, nearly dropping her underwear into the water.- Whom to appease? Cres did not understand. Did you hear something...“Goblin,” Kisha repeated. - Also a fool local. She lives over there, in the Skin House. She waved the rag to the side. Kres at first saw nothing but golden, swaying crowns, but then, looking closer, he noticed a squat, rickety hut among the branches. What is interesting - standing right on the ground, and not as it is customary for rock'hi - on a tree.And how did he not notice her before?- And why is he ... Goblin? Kres asked, peering through the broken windows. I don’t understand from what, but it blew a chill.- How why? Keisha was surprised. “You need to explain everything
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- So what? – psoglava shrugged. - Gone. They wanted to devour it, of course, but their indefatigable hunger took its toll. They are very hungry for grub, but they do not like to hunt for a long time. They see that food is not given to them, they will wait, wait, their stomach will growl and begin to digest itself. They will immediately groan and cry, and they will leave to look for those who do not look under their feet. Grandmother sat a little longer, waited for fidelity. Then she went down and home. Then the whole district spoke about her: where has such a thing been seen - a girl, but she escaped from the Khamers. My grandmother also taught me to climb trees, by the way. I was four years old, and I already jump faster than all the guys on refs. And my grandmother runs after me and yells obscenities for warning, and in her eyes there is only laughter and pride: “My granddaughter. It won't disappear!"“So you remember, bloodsucker,” Kisha finally got up, creaking her vertebrae. “If
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Oddly enough, strangling the cat turned out to be another task.The kitten was already on the verge, and the chimera could wake up at any moment, and then the nitsiri would certainly not do well. Already someone who, and an angry creature without flesh and without a mind was capable of much, especially if he was properly angry. Ro jokingly called them "genies" and was right in her own way - before they began to grant wishes, they should have been driven into a bottle.Wild Taiga served them as hunting grounds and they frolicked here in every way. Until they fell into the caring hands of the nitsiri, of course. This one is buried in stone ruins, thoroughly beaten by time. Huge, fat and dangerous chimera, beautiful and strong. Vikta had to fiddle with her all night long, entangling her with a chain, and then performing a taming ritual - nitsiri almost boiled alive in an embrace with this handsome man. At some point, she almost fell off the leash and dragged her into the blazing boiling
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Last night a thick plume of smoke stretched into the sky - a signal that the d'ahger Khalsa is again gathering all the hargers, which means that the most skilled and strong hunters will direct their feet to the foot of the highest of the trees in the area - the Sacred Ref, from the top of which, as they say, you can reach the stars. And Vassa spent the whole day at home doing all sorts of boring rubbish! But it's so interesting in the Heart-house! It was there that people from other settlements gathered, and told exciting stories about their walks through the strangest nooks and crannies of the Forest. Miracles work there, a wonderful d'hanka lives there, which alone can decide his fate with just one phrase. It was only necessary to guess the right moment, but all previous times turned out to be in vain ...With such thoughts, the wolf cub finished the rest of the day full of sweat, dung and greedy grunts, caught the moment when the mother and sisters were too busy with laundry basket