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The first rays of sunlight had just begun to break through the horizon, casting a gentle glow over the city.
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Early in the morning, Sandriena was already awake. She stood in her penthouse, enjoying the fresh air from the balcony. The faint aroma of coffee drifted from the coffee machine, blending with the calmness of the dawn.
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() Actually my muse is a serious and observant, while me as the writer is recehan, i'm laughing alot to see the game on tl
Sandriena returned from her mission with the weight of exhaustion pressed deep into her bones. The familiar scent of gunpowder still lingered faintly on her gloves as she carefully stored away the heavy rifle, leaving the spent shells to be dealt with later.
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() Sorry, but i'm laughing to see this
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() I'm going to follow you, in very slow move. Keeping this account from being detected as a bot by the system. Thank you for the reposts, and for anyone who wants to write together, don’t hesitate to reach out.
Good eve, scroll up:
@klanderstin @tekishaseizoun @nocompromism @artfulcannis @DeTutorem @falllingout @gonerages @EternaI_Dreams @fouldeed
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Sandriena’s tall figure leans down, one gloved hand reaching out to give her head a firm but gentle pat. Her amber eyes soften though her tone stays steady, cool, with that distinct Russian cadence.
“Mn. Princess and scientist, da? Quite the combination.”
…WAIT! bong my own head—I utterly forgot the most important thing: to introduce myself properly.
your local princess and scientist, chiaki at your service. new friends, feel free to call me chia, cia, or anything, really—i don’t mind! so… may i have the honor of a follow back?
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The clock struck half past two in the morning. Sandriena had just returned home and bathed in warm water, washing away the exhaustion of the long day behind her. With damp hair cascading down her shoulders, she gently toweled each strand while +
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The city streets are eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only comes before something fatal. Through the scope of her rifle, Sandriena has the crosshairs locked onto a figure in the distance—her mission’s target.
But just as her finger hovers over the trigger,
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a girl, 𝘺𝘰𝘶, steps into her line of sight, standing far too close to the mark. @chronoceros
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The frost-laced streets of St. Petersburg are shrouded in a heavy mist, the faint glow of amber streetlights glimmering on the Neva’s frozen surface. Footsteps echo against the cobblestones as Sandriena, tall and sharp-eyed with her sniper’s poise, moves through the veins +
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of the city like a shadow.
At a corner, she encounters a girl —her name, whispered with reverence and weight, is Doestoevskaya. “Is it you,” she asks, “the one who gave me this mission?” @crimenetpoena
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Under fire, the accident left her with a choice, continue the mission… or risk everything to drag him to safety.
One second, Sandriena was scanning the rooftops with steady breath, finger near the trigger. The sniper’s bullet was never meant for her.
Through the echo of breaking
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glass, Sandriena caught the glint of steel aimed at his chest. Instinct overrode thought. She shoved him hard, the shot tearing past where he had been standing a heartbeat before.
They both hit the ground— @taintedusk
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The forest was too quiet, almost suffocating in its stillness. Sandriena crouched low, her tall frame pressed against the rough bark of a pine, amber eyes scanning through the scope of her rifle. Her breath was steady, cold and measured—like the hunter she was.
But tonight,
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She adjusted the earpiece, her amber eyes narrowing as she steadied her breathing. Her voice came through low, rough, and matter-of-fact,
“West side, high ground. If he’s got an Orsis, he’ll want the clearest line. I’ll circle three blocks south, take rooftop access, and +
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("chamonix, do copy?")
“roger, there's a sniper about two blocks to the west. zero, five, niner, eight, sniper holding svch or orsis.”
i squinted; home made periscope did wonders to not giving my position off, but i couldn't see much.
“where are you going?”
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flush him out before he finds us. Keep your head low, I’ll deal with the rest.”
She chambered a round with practiced ease, already moving with long, purposeful strides. @vidalocha
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Ia menggeser posisi senapan, lalu menambahkan dengan sedikit senyum,
“Aku adalah pelindung, dan peluru terakhir selalu jadi milikku, aku akan berjaga disini. Permaisuri, duduk dengan tenang.”
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