Choking effort and her lungs burned in fiery agony

Isabella strode in as if she owned the room, setting herself onto the bed and gesturing for Edward to take a seat in the sole chair. He took little offence at her presumption, the attitude almost refreshing considering the sorts he had been hanging about of late. Light, he had honestly been in the wilds for too long if he found her cold demeanor refreshing he thought with a rueful shake of his head, taking the seat and gazing at the woman across from him.
Edward asked in a businesslike tone, eyes neutral as he waited to pick apart any sort of trap or deception she may declare. Isabella observed him much the same way to get cheap rs gold, crossing her hands on her lap as she gazed at Edward.
“Well first off Mister Adler I feel I must ask. Do you really think you are capable of hunting the beast I have information toward?” Isabella asked, tilting her head back and eying the young Adler analytically, like she was gauging his value on the next response he gave.
A woman pushed past the thorny thickets that lay ahead of her, dashing in a blind stumble. Her bare feet dragged across roots and she winced in pain as she ignored every streak of red that appeared. She pulled free the lame foot, bent out of place at the ankle, from a tangle of vines. It was the only brief pause she could spare before taking off again, leaving the dim crackle behind her to be enveloped in the smothering trees of the forest.
The silky fabric of her nightgown was shredded from her midnight run. Yet before the abusing treatment, it would not have fared much better, having barely held itself together under the raging inferno. Her flesh was seared, the violet color more of a hideous maroon and blistered with RS Gold. It was painful even to hold onto the precious object that she held in an iron grip. But she would not let go.
She had escaped the smoke, but still coughed out hazy wisps as she halted to catch her breath. Heavy pants came out with choking effort and her lungs burned in fiery agony. Shuddering in the biting chill of night she attempted to moisten her parched, smoldering throat. Eventually, the weak buckle of her knees forced her to abandon her efforts to lessen the pain and continue on. There would be no stopping, or for sure she would collapse before she got to where she needed to be.
His room was sparse, almost Spartan in its decoration. A bed, dresser, desk and chair in the corner were the RS Items within. A rifle, slung against the bedpost with an ornate and intricately carved stock, rested against the wall. It had been a gift from his father and mother when he had first started truly hunting, not merely as a hobby. He thought it their way of saying they approved, without actually having to put it into words.

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