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       The mistresses pet. :3
   DIR By: Jester
       Date: December 4, 2012, 1:36 am
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       Snowing, again, as always, snowing, it never stopped. Sergeant
       Joss Adams, paused and watched his squad shuffle past, each man
       huddled into their thick wool long coats, looking utterly
       miserable. Again in the snow, and again Alliance command failed
       to equip their infantry properly, again. Shifting repeater, in
       his arms so he was more cradling it, than carrying it, Joss
       looked about, watching his breath turn to white fog. "Damn
       snow." He turned go and join back up with his men when a glint
       of light caught his eye. Walking over to the item, he crouched,
       and set his weapon down, along with his helmet. "What is this.."
       He murmed pulling what looked like a small metal desk from the
       snow. AS he removed a glove and let his bare fingertips touch
       the surface he was surprised by the warmth that eminated from
       it. Hwever that did nothing to brace him for what happened
       next...
       Joss woke with a start, his face was drenched in sweat, his dark
       hair plastered to his head. Looking around he sat up and let the
       blanket fall revealing his bare chest which glistened with a
       cold sweat. The embers of a dying fire caused a slight ruddy
       glow to be cast over the young man' body. It took several
       seconds for him to gain his bearings, and several more before he
       could stir himself to move. again, the dream, the nightmare of
       what he had been, before it happened, before she happened. The
       sudden thought of the woman he called mistress made him smile
       and roll out of his bed, and dress quickly. Perhaps he could get
       her a few flowers from the garden before she woke. Throwing on
       his boots, thick pants, and a warm coat, as well as the scarf
       she had given him, Joss smiled. Even after the hellish winter
       that brought him here, he still loved this time of year.
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