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a commission for

the ocs are
Macdolia:

and
Aitana Pones

and the pic is for a fanfic

the fic is called "Aitana Pones: the Hell's fever" (or Demon Hunters). It's in spanish, but Volgrand, the author, it's translating it to english here: www.fimfiction.net/story/22320…

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Three hours after set sail, Aitana and Macdolia started to fell overwelmed inside that wooden box.

-Ey, Aitana.
-What?
-I need to go to the bathroom.
-Don't f*** me, Macdolia -whispered Aitana.
-Really... I shouldn't have drank that last ale.
-If you don't hold it, both will wish that we had been caught up by the guards, seriously!

Both kept quiet for a while.

-Aitana, do you still have some water?
-No, and the truth is that I'm thirsty.

There was an awkward silence broken by Macdolia's poorly intent to hold a laugh. Aitana did her best to pierce her with her glare, despite the pitch black inside the box.

-Don't you dare to do the joke!
-Aitana, I was thinking that...
-Sh*t, Macdolia, we have to keep quiet!
-No, I know; but the fact is that...
-WHAT?! -the archaeologist asked, exasperated.
-That if we organice this well... both of us can erase all our problems.

That that the last line for the brown mare's endurance. She breathed in all that she could... and started to laugh loudly, followed by Macdolia. The more one reminded the other that someone would hear them, the louder they laughed.

-Where going to die! -shouted Aitana between laughs- Where going to die and it's your fault!
-At least you will die well hydrated!

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Description
a commission for

the ocs are
Macdolia:

and
Aitana Pones

and the pic is for a fanfic

the fic is called "Aitana Pones: the Hell's fever" (or Demon Hunters). It's in spanish, but Volgrand, the author, it's translating it to english here: www.fimfiction.net/story/22320…

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Three hours after set sail, Aitana and Macdolia started to fell overwelmed inside that wooden box.

-Ey, Aitana.
-What?
-I need to go to the bathroom.
-Don't f*** me, Macdolia -whispered Aitana.
-Really... I shouldn't have drank that last ale.
-If you don't hold it, both will wish that we had been caught up by the guards, seriously!

Both kept quiet for a while.

-Aitana, do you still have some water?
-No, and the truth is that I'm thirsty.

There was an awkward silence broken by Macdolia's poorly intent to hold a laugh. Aitana did her best to pierce her with her glare, despite the pitch black inside the box.

-Don't you dare to do the joke!
-Aitana, I was thinking that...
-Sh*t, Macdolia, we have to keep quiet!
-No, I know; but the fact is that...
-WHAT?! -the archaeologist asked, exasperated.
-That if we organice this well... both of us can erase all our problems.

That that the last line for the brown mare's endurance. She breathed in all that she could... and started to laugh loudly, followed by Macdolia. The more one reminded the other that someone would hear them, the louder they laughed.

-Where going to die! -shouted Aitana between laughs- Where going to die and it's your fault!
-At least you will die well hydrated!

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