100 in 100!

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Presence

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Donn did not stay to see what he had done. Before Geary crumpled, he had already turned away, his furious march across the room met by the opening of the chamber door. No one was prepared to stop him and Korma, staring at Geary in surprised shock, could not find the voice to demand his capture. Ninon, reacting to the smell and heat of fresh blood in the air, was the first across the room, the first to reach the fallen man’s side before Korma became aware of the additional presences in the room.
“Stop! You shouldn’t…”
“What has…?” began Aman staring at the bruising mark on the side of Geary’s head.
“Channon…”
Uzzi turned back and ran after him, not knowing where he had gone but expecting him to seek the nearest way out.

Donn made it through the corridors and into the courtyard without anyone to stop him, none of those he passed daring to stop a man in a LaGuardia uniform whose mean, trance-like expression made them scramble out of his way. It was to his fortune that someone had tethered a horse on the post outside the door and that there was no one nearby, except the door guards who called impotently after him, to prevent him from yanking the reins free, swinging up on the nervous animal’s back, and pound away down the paved path.
By the time Uzzi reached the front door, the horse was too far away for him to stop.
By the time Donn passed a second rider with an entourage of a doze men in LaGuardia uniforms, he was too furious to see anything but red.
Fool, he thought. Hallister should have known better than to hurl accusations during a negotiation.
He should have known never to mention Yiva Channon’s death.
It had to be Yiva.
There was no way Hallister could have known anything about Lowell.
He needed to reach Lord. He needed to ensure damage control was well in place by the time this news, and the news of General Warby, reached the Elder’s ear.
He needed support if he was going to reach LaGuardia and discourage Jia Marrock from going anywhere near the Laedan seat.

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Derek’s presence filled the room before he even stepped inside.

Stiles looked up from the research scattered across the table, feeling the familiar prickle of awareness. “You know, you could announce yourself like a normal person.”

“I did. You weren’t listening,” Derek replied, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

“Sorry, I was too busy saving the world—again,” Stiles quipped, gesturing to his chaotic notes.

Derek walked over, scanning the papers. “You missed a connection here.”

Stiles blinked. “Wow, is that... help? From you? I’m shocked.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Stiles grinned. “Too late.”