Crouching in the low underbrush, Rebekka struggled to keep her breath steady. Beads of sweat slowly slid down the edges of her face. A few got into her eyes and she blinked them away. The heat was sweltering! She shifted in her crouched position, hoping to give some alleviation to her burning thighs, but that … Continue reading Rebekka: Challenges (pt. 16)
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Rebekka wasn’t one to rage when angry. While others shouted to the tops of their lungs to the heavens in spite, she didn’t. Nor was she one to mindlessly try to destroy the things around her in blinded fury. She rather silently fume until she either simmered down or… went mad.