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 Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:27 pm
Azrael gasped as he saw Eve lose her grip, instantly diving for her hand. Wings beating furiously, and quite pointlessly, the pumpkin demon managed to grasp her hand and the branch she had slipped from. “Gotcha! Oof, well, this hurts...” he groaned, attempting to pull himself up as both his and Eve’s weight pulled at his shoulders. Specifically, where his arms met his torso and were suffering the most from the sudden stop and increase in weight. “Grab onto... another branch if you can,” he grunted, struggling a bit to hold onto the slick wood. “Please.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 3:29 pm
Eve expected to fall and hit the ground, mentally cursing her clumsiness. Her eyes opened when she felt Azrael grab her hand, she looked up at him and nodded. She could tell he was in pain and reached for the closest branch, her hand getting a good grip on it.
"Got it. Let go." She said softly. She felt her stitches stretching, but slowly climbed onto the branch. Her mother would have to adjust the stitches in her arms later.
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