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 Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:30 pm
Corra 8
Corra scowled. "I’m ready for anything. I just don’t waste my time on nonsense."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:30 pm
Nesirah 9
A pause. Then, to Corra’s frustration, Nesirah simply nodded. "Then we leave it here," she said calmly. "Walk with strength, Corra."
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:32 pm
Corra 9
Corra said nothing as the shifter hybrid turned and disappeared into the trees. She should have felt triumphant. She had shut the preacher down, sent her on her way.
And yet—why were the words still lingering in her mind?
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:33 pm
Nesirah 10
Nesirah walked away in silence, her mind still humming with the heat of their exchange. She had met many who resisted Bergchi’s truth, but Corra’s fire was something else—raw, untamed, fueled by something deeper than just belief. Fear, Nesirah thought. Not of her, not even of Bergchi, but of what might happen if she stopped fighting long enough to question the path she had chosen. Nesirah did not pity her. Pity was useless. But she hoped, in time, Corra would come to see that strength was not something granted by others. It was something built, something owned. Until then, Nesirah would not press further. Some mountains had to be climbed in their own time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:35 pm
Corra 10
Corra stayed rooted to the spot long after Nesirah had disappeared into the trees. She forced herself to breathe, to push the tension out of her shoulders, but it stayed coiled tight in her chest. Why does it bother me? she thought, scowling at the empty space where the shifter hybrid had stood. She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know what I have to do to be accepted. And yet, Nesirah’s words gnawed at her, whispering doubts she refused to acknowledge. She had fought for everything—every ounce of respect, every step forward—but the fear always lingered. What if it’s never enough? Corra clenched her fists.
No. That kind of thinking was weakness. She had a purpose, and she wouldn’t let some wandering preacher make her question it.
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