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			<title><![CDATA[what crawls in the night]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 17:23:51 +0000</pubDate>
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By the time he was aware of the burn in his lungs and his two feet beating the ground below him, he had already broken the tree line and was racing towards the gnarled, metal sprawl of the Junkyard. He did not stop, even as he began to lurch forward as he reached the high gates of the Eclipse home base. The panicked Ares, dried blood caked on his upper arm (was it his or that- that <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">things'</span>?), stumbled into one of the guards arms, who barely caught him in time before he fell to the ground. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"Ares! What's wrong?"</span> Ares sucked in a breath, but all that came out were pants and gasps. He could feel the guard turn their head, shout something that sounded like an echo through a thick fog, <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"Someone get Dr. Donnaghan!"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Dr. Donnaghan?</span> No. He needed to see Etienne right away. A trip to Ian would take too long, for the peril that awaited the Eclipse.<br />
<br />
<span class="groupcolor">"No. I need to talk to Ettie."</span> Despite the anxiety, his light-headedness, he gripped the front of the guard's shirt and pulled them down so Ares could drill his demanding, wild gaze into their eyes.  <span class="groupcolor">"Where is he?"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"The Boss? He should be in the Commun-"</span><br />
<br />
Ares was running. Past the shocked guards at the gate, the handful of Eclipse hovered like pack animals over what must have been a newly-procured wreck of a vehicle. He ignored the questions, the concerned and curious gazes, and burst into the Communal Hall. He scanned the inhabitants, the ache in his stomach deepening as he could not find Ettie. <br />
<br />
Thankfully, he spotted the back of a familiar sandy colored head and sped towards him. Ettie would have surely heard the clamor Ares made, stumbling over chairs and bumping into table edges, but the youth did not stop until he was gripping Ettie's shoulders and looking up at his Boss with wide-eyed hysteria. <br />
<br />
<span class="groupcolor">"Ettie,"</span> he said, his voice full of unfound command. <span class="groupcolor">"I need to talk to you."</span> <br />
<br />
He was glazed in blood, sweat and fear.<br />
<br />
<section class="template-tag"><span class="groupcolor">Tag</span> : <a id="mention_4" href="member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=4" class="mentionme_mention" title="Étienne Blanchard's profile"><span class="eclipse">Étienne Blanchard</span></a> </section> </section></div></div>]]></description>
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By the time he was aware of the burn in his lungs and his two feet beating the ground below him, he had already broken the tree line and was racing towards the gnarled, metal sprawl of the Junkyard. He did not stop, even as he began to lurch forward as he reached the high gates of the Eclipse home base. The panicked Ares, dried blood caked on his upper arm (was it his or that- that <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">things'</span>?), stumbled into one of the guards arms, who barely caught him in time before he fell to the ground. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"Ares! What's wrong?"</span> Ares sucked in a breath, but all that came out were pants and gasps. He could feel the guard turn their head, shout something that sounded like an echo through a thick fog, <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"Someone get Dr. Donnaghan!"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Dr. Donnaghan?</span> No. He needed to see Etienne right away. A trip to Ian would take too long, for the peril that awaited the Eclipse.<br />
<br />
<span class="groupcolor">"No. I need to talk to Ettie."</span> Despite the anxiety, his light-headedness, he gripped the front of the guard's shirt and pulled them down so Ares could drill his demanding, wild gaze into their eyes.  <span class="groupcolor">"Where is he?"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"The Boss? He should be in the Commun-"</span><br />
<br />
Ares was running. Past the shocked guards at the gate, the handful of Eclipse hovered like pack animals over what must have been a newly-procured wreck of a vehicle. He ignored the questions, the concerned and curious gazes, and burst into the Communal Hall. He scanned the inhabitants, the ache in his stomach deepening as he could not find Ettie. <br />
<br />
Thankfully, he spotted the back of a familiar sandy colored head and sped towards him. Ettie would have surely heard the clamor Ares made, stumbling over chairs and bumping into table edges, but the youth did not stop until he was gripping Ettie's shoulders and looking up at his Boss with wide-eyed hysteria. <br />
<br />
<span class="groupcolor">"Ettie,"</span> he said, his voice full of unfound command. <span class="groupcolor">"I need to talk to you."</span> <br />
<br />
He was glazed in blood, sweat and fear.<br />
<br />
<section class="template-tag"><span class="groupcolor">Tag</span> : <a id="mention_4" href="member.php?action=profile&amp;uid=4" class="mentionme_mention" title="Étienne Blanchard's profile"><span class="eclipse">Étienne Blanchard</span></a> </section> </section></div></div>]]></content:encoded>
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