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Leaonell rushed down the sloped grassed hills, her sandaled feet bounding across rocks and plants that quickly transitioned into sand. The smell of the sea reached her nose when she emerged from the underbrush and beheld the site before her. Far off in the distance, a flaming heap of steel that reeked of some unknown smell sank into the murky depths as the storm laden sky began to clear. Whatever fierce weather that had been, was almost gone. Leaonell looked across the deserted shore, it had been like in her dream, hadn't it? She had seen the 'ball of fire' fall from the sky to the ocean, but it wasn't blue....
"Alcestis, what have you wrought upon Nemea," she muttered but then her breath caught in her throat.
Laying on the beach, in a heap, was a furson. But Leaonell knew not who it was, for it was no Nemean. She lightly sprinted over and practically all but slid into a kneeling position beside the downed being. Leaonell could see the shaky fall and rise of his chest, yes, his features were masculine that she could discern as much and he seemed alive. His clothing...confused the Nemean Princess. He wore no sandals, but some encompassing foot wear that weren't boots, they seemed shorter. He wore a strange constricting garb on his lower section made of a slightly rough material that was a deep blue. His garb on his torso, which was separate from that of the lower one, was as black as coal. But what drew her eye more was what lay beneath. A form fitting blue and dark silver garb laid under these outer layers, to the touch, it was stretchy like a ball but firm almost like armor.
"Who are you?" she muttered to herself as she reached down once more to tilt his head.
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"Alcestis, what have you wrought upon Nemea," she muttered but then her breath caught in her throat.
Laying on the beach, in a heap, was a furson. But Leaonell knew not who it was, for it was no Nemean. She lightly sprinted over and practically all but slid into a kneeling position beside the downed being. Leaonell could see the shaky fall and rise of his chest, yes, his features were masculine that she could discern as much and he seemed alive. His clothing...confused the Nemean Princess. He wore no sandals, but some encompassing foot wear that weren't boots, they seemed shorter. He wore a strange constricting garb on his lower section made of a slightly rough material that was a deep blue. His garb on his torso, which was separate from that of the lower one, was as black as coal. But what drew her eye more was what lay beneath. A form fitting blue and dark silver garb laid under these outer layers, to the touch, it was stretchy like a ball but firm almost like armor.
"Who are you?" she muttered to herself as she reached down once more to tilt his head.
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Lea & Turbo belong to ME
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Size 1280 x 960px
File Size 229.4 kB
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