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In the Shaded Places.
Gerithel
"Murder," spoke the leaves. They thrashed at their constraints, stained sanguine and scattered like a legion bested. "Nature's heart is no venal property; natural love cannot be won; it may only be earned. Nethaeri, you have tempted naught but your own demise; the course of Nature's discourse will make it certain; this act is descecration of the innatest manner,belstaff on line, and this fallacy marks the ending of your soul," warned the leaves.
Even the trees entered the calvacade of vicious words, admonishing, "Nethaeri, you have wronged yourself. You have wronged life. The blood on your knife is not hers; it is your blood, Nethaeri. You have wronged yourself." Their wizened voices carried far, into realms beyond mortal sight and sound and words, into the shaded places.
Nethaeri rose. Viscous maroon blood dripped from his ########## blade, onto the fairest face of the palest skin, staining her with her own life. The corpse was splayed out beneath him, soaked in blood,MBT Kaya Para Las Mujeres, dressed in the finest array Nature might provide,asics g��nstig, all hues of the forest: beautiful.
"Athira was friend to the forest, Nethaeri. Why would you cut her?" bade the sage-minded trees, leaves all a-rustle in fury, though only sorrow showed in their old, weathered faces. "She was friend to you,Dior Sonnenbrillen g��nstig, Nethaeri. She was fair and young: yet a sapling. Why would you cut her?"
And, the leaves shared in the grief. "Nature does not condone such abominable slaying; such things befit only your mistaken kind. Does the flower kill the other? Does even the wolf kill the other? No. Your race alone kills. And what for? Why did you kill her? Will Nature love you better for having forsaken her? No. She loves her servants better than her misbehaved children. You loved this girl; she loved you more. Now she is dead, by your foul conceit and your copious folly. Your hands are evil; let they never behold another forevermore!"
The killer made his best attempt to ignore the attacks pointed to his fateful deed; the forest would heal; it was Nature's way. "The rain will wash it away. Wait for the rain," he muttered, gazing strangely at his stained blade and his hands, tainted by homocide, and at his soul,Coach Sonnenbrillen, tainted by Nature's fury. His soul festered, black at its fringes, its center reddening. "The rain will wash it all away." The blood that coated his lethal hands singed his flesh with shame; his eyes were devoid of hate and love; they were dead.
He turned to leave the grove, dropping the blade, noiselessly, to the slick lawn. The leaves had ceased their fierce raging, and only the gentle, mourning moan of the trees could be heard over the gathering wind. But,g��nstige manolo blahnik schuhe, the cursed dagger was not the only thing he left behind: he left, too, the pleasures of life and Nature's nourishment. Though his body left the clearing, his soul remained there, embedded in Athira's wounded chest, forever in damnation.
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