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When; November 29th, Late Afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Vala Mal Doran![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riteofmaldoran, Hector Barbossa captain_hector
Summary; De-sluggifying Vala xD
Log;
She staggered sideways as her legs gave out, unarmed hand flying to the side, bracing against the bent light post there. A growl rose from low in her throat. The last confrontation had left her feeling strange. butweakness could not be tolerated. She was simply out of practice with the weapon.
Filthy slaves, opposing them. They needed to be punished. Slaughtered. None could rise against them.
Her right hand lifted, dark eyes falling to the ribbon device encasing her palm. She was not finished. There were more out there. She could almost smell their betrayal. The Queen was counting on her. She and her brothers.
Snarling, she shoved away from the wall, staggered two steps, then straightened to her full height.
They needed to die. No matter what the cost.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Vala Mal Doran
riteofmaldoran, Hector Barbossa captain_hectorSummary; De-sluggifying Vala xD
Log;
She staggered sideways as her legs gave out, unarmed hand flying to the side, bracing against the bent light post there. A growl rose from low in her throat. The last confrontation had left her feeling strange. butweakness could not be tolerated. She was simply out of practice with the weapon.
Filthy slaves, opposing them. They needed to be punished. Slaughtered. None could rise against them.
Her right hand lifted, dark eyes falling to the ribbon device encasing her palm. She was not finished. There were more out there. She could almost smell their betrayal. The Queen was counting on her. She and her brothers.
Snarling, she shoved away from the wall, staggered two steps, then straightened to her full height.
They needed to die. No matter what the cost.