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Sasha had been able to tell from her girls’ grim, peering expressions that they hadn’t exactly approved, but were unable (or unwilling) to object.īut now it was hours later, and Sasha was ready to burst. At least, if they narrowed down exactly where this creature was, then they could converge on it as a team. The great, bowing limbs and stretching roots of the cyprus trees hadn’t made matters any faster, until eventually Sasha had called for a split up. Unfortunately, that meant having to trek through the entirety of the valley swamp, scouring the mushy landscape and fetid dirt-pools for signs of the beast. Anne had promised them safe grounds, citing that the three of them were more than prepared to track down and slay some terrible creature. Anne was more intent on the village seated by the shallow valley’s inlet, whose frog-like people lacked any legitimate means of repelling a creature the likes of which they’d reported. Marcy was thrilled, her years away from Amphibia excluding dangerous creatures capable of tearing her limb from limb seeming more like a downside to her, rather than a (frankly obvious) boon. Her girls were so excited about the prospect of monster hunting. She and Anne had hefted their own packs, beaming with such exuberance it had sent Sasha’s heart stuttering as she lamely swiped a dusty rose-colored pack of her own. She’d rather not be carrying the satchel at all, but Marcy’s eyes had sparkled so brightly when she had presented it to her that Sasha had found it quite impossible to resist.Įvery adventurer should carry their own supplies! Her girlfriend had boasted proudly. Her satchel, packed loose and latched tight so as not to impede her movement. Her heavy, russet armor, faceted up and down her grimy form. Her heavy, rosy greatsword, lashed half a dozen times to her back and ready to swing in a second’s notice. She’s taken stock of her belongings a dozen times now. If there’s one thing Sasha doesn’t like, it’s losing things.Īnd right now, as the sticky moss worms its way into her boots and the hot Amphibian sun bakes her neck to a crisp, she’s feeling that same grasping clench in her gut, as if she’s lost something she can’t recall.

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Unfortunately for Anne and Marcy, it's Sasha who receives the full experience. Summary: The girls attempt to engage in the rigorous practice of monster hunting. There’s still fluff at the end, don’t worry ) Hope you’re all doing well!Ĭhapter Tags: Monster Hunting, Violence, Blood and Gore, Explicit Language, Post-Battle Care No human gore, just that pesky Amphibia wildlife.

This one is pretty Sasha-centric, and also rather violent, so read at your own discretion.

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Here I am again, with another Trigonometry chapter update for you all.