ice and water [open]

[freedom]

Miss him...make his room.... Seamus snapped, unable to withstand listening to these thoughts anymore. Furiously pulling his sword from its hilt, he sliced through a small tree with one swing, watching it as it fell to the ground. His breath was heavily, a growl eminating softly from his lips. Now would not be the time to mess with Seamus. If you did, you just might lose your head.

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