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    It was a sea of crimson. Behind her, footprints embedded into the dunes, the trail of it silent. Small. She was a slip of a thing, swallowed by her ragged cloak as she walked.
    The wind whispered. Sunlight washed over the earth, seeped into it, bled between the grains until it bore down upon her, this tiny thing that moved inconsequentially among the sand.
    “Report, Force Captain.”

    Catra descends upon a desert planet with naught but a backpack and a mission designation. As far as she knows - her every step a mote of drudgery among a vast landscape of desolate heat, her every breath drawn rattling with the dust of a dead world – she is the only soul around. Save, of course, for the clipped chatter coming from her earpiece. If nothing else, her operator’s mundane prattle would help her stay sane.

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    what's inside of us is barren by bottledfairy
    Completed: 2025-06-03
    Work/Series ID: 65644942

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    Adora/Catra (She-Ra)

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    Summary:

    It was a sea of crimson. Behind her, footprints embedded into the dunes, the trail of it silent. Small. She was a slip of a thing, swallowed by her ragged cloak as she walked.
    The wind whispered. Sunlight washed over the earth, seeped into it, bled between the grains until it bore down upon her, this tiny thing that moved inconsequentially among the sand.
    “Report, Force Captain.”

    Catra descends upon a desert planet with naught but a backpack and a mission designation. As far as she knows - her every step a mote of drudgery among a vast landscape of desolate heat, her every breath drawn rattling with the dust of a dead world – she is the only soul around. Save, of course, for the clipped chatter coming from her earpiece. If nothing else, her operator’s mundane prattle would help her stay sane.

    (Approximate) Last Read: 2025/06/04

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