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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Ein Kebia[/u]]<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">[Cornelia Plains - SnowBound Castle]</span><br/>
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Tifa shrugged.  "Whatever helps...  Shame there's no more to be found."  She smiled, and Rikku gave a half-smile, half-shrug.  <br/>
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Outside the early morning air was chill, and the grass was dusted with frost, but the sun was warm on Ein's face as the trio set out for the gate.  The path was clear at least, rolling hills they needed to mount and descend being the only obstacles, and the gleam of the gate in the distance at the crest of each hill made it difficult for them to veer off course in the process.<br/>
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The greatest threat at first was weariness.  The cold was warded off easily enough by the steady activity, but hunger and tiredness wore at Ein as they walked.  He did not feel as hungry as he knew he should, especially considering he hadn't eaten much at all, but at the same time, it was a low gnawing thing in his belly, sapping his strength.<br/>
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But as the day progressed, two other threats began to rear their head.  The first, the howling of wolves in the distance, slowly growing closer...<br/>
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And the second, the shimmering forms of Manikins wandering the area around the gate, or rather, floating aimlessly...  They were too far away to make out, but they didn't quite look human, a few too many limbs it seemed...</div>
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Elayne bent herself to the task of pleasure at her mistress' command, grateful for the chance to avoid answering the question, even if the reprieve would only be momentary in the long run.  She redoubled her efforts, lashing at Zwei's clit with her tongue and pushing two fingers up into the lady knight, flexing the digits rhythmically inside her as she pumped them in and out.  Quickly she switched, suckling Zwei's clit, then running her tongue against it again, greedily drinking down the juices her efforts yielded.<br/>
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Quietly, Elayne let her other hand drift between her own thighs, delving into her own slick cunny as she worked Zwei towards her orgasm.</div>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969">[Mirage Sandsea - Southern Pass]</span><br/>
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The shot impacted even as the man seemed to move at the last second.  Whether it was coincidence or some sort of sixth sense that alerted him to the danger, rather than his head becoming a fine mist he spun around as the energy caught him in the shoulder.  Confused, the Manikins looked back, and some of them seemed to inadvertently reveal themselves as the pink-haired woman begins to react to their presence now, taking a few steps back with impressive alacrity given her injury and pulling out some sort of handgun, which fired with a report that echoed along the pass as she aimed up at one of the manikins on the slope.  <br/>
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Of course, even without the element of surprise, the woman was still outnumbered seven-to-one.  <br/>
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At least no one was around, for no matter how quickly Michael turned to look directly at the figure it vanished before he brought it into focus, leaving him shouting at nothing.  <br/>
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Following the figure at least gave him a degree of purpose to his movements, but as he walked, he realized that he was wandering.  Every time he turned to where he'd last seen the figure and made some progress towards there, the figure appeared out of the corner of his eye again.<br/>
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Whoever it was, they were fast, and apparently quite dedicated to not coming face to face with him...</div>
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