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Just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey. Archibald the Dauntless & Loretta the Fierce
Archibald stood dangerously close. The heat radiated towards him, grasping for his dark coat with its alluring fingers. Before him stood a tree, large and unusual. The tree was composed of the blue lava that surrounded the veins. The blue and black roots tangled down into the earth and spilled into the pools of magma. Each branch was adorned with magma leaves, shimmering a brilliantly painted blue. The tree was ever in motion, the bark churning like the pools the roots spilled into. There were three trees, but the one before him was representative of Circe. He just knew it was her tree. He
Ktulu was off with Ophelia in the north, and Lakota and Apollo were scarce. His children were in the safety of the Dragon's Throat--tucked away from the Moon Godess' claws. His twin's residence was unknown, but Archibald had not seen Vincent since the ark of the Earth God. He was alone to mourn the loss of his wife. Here he was, with a solemn expression gripping his face, turning it from its stoic, hand-cut stone to soft clay. Emotions throbbed within his body, each pushing against the surface and trying to escape from each of his pours. One dominated the rest, and it was sorrow. Sorrow washed over his muscled and scarred hide like the ocean tide against the rocks of his kingdom's cliffs. It overwhlemed the other emotions and swallowed them into its depths, growing until it devoured everything the Dauntless felt. "Oh, Circe..." |
@[Ranjiri]
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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