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Suddenly, and with great force, she tore a rose from the bush and cradled it in her palm. Its petals trembled as they caught the breeze, and her warming breath. "You act a fool, lurking so deep in this wood. Such a mortal as yourself should not toil here."
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"Your loveliness, I meant not to offend. The kingdom - blah"
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She ripped petals from the flower, one by one and two by two until the prickly stem was bare of anything at all, ugly and naked and nothing more than a vine of bramble. "You lie," she spat, and tossed the barren stem aside.
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"To dare to try and deceive a magical being as myself, and in her realm - why, how incredibly vexing it is that you would even attempt it. Terribly, terribly insulting, and ah, as I've said, just so vexing." ------------------
"No. No, I've known of your traipsing for a long time now.
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With every seething breath she drew, her lungs burned with fire. Hot red and angry and forever smoldering inside. A heat that persisted, lingering in the crevices of her insides. In the marrow of her bones, in the hollow of her chest, deep in her gut.
This fire, this cursed fire. T'was her mother that granted her with this curse.
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cursed with chronic pain and a terrible temper, but she was granted certain powers as well.
this all lies within an amulet that she has to wear at all times. it is unbreakable, and upon removal, causes the death of its host