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01-20-2015, 06:55 PM
Wraiths and their unspeakable horror. Nameless terror. Even a stony warrior would be shutter after witnessing such beasts. This world shat on us. It was no surprise some ( including myself) would emerge from the filth a hardened man/woman; though when my lids open they are not stiff but glazed and distraught. I catch sight of her down-turned crown, those adverted eyes. Mothers, fathers, children...some are nameless. They mourned their dead with no closure or explanation. At least my soul had witnessed the final breath exit Seele's lungs, felt a slow pulse beneath her blood soaked pelt until it stopped completely. Condolence. Yar, it sounds genuine. I feel the hard lines of my face soften in response. Even if her words are false lures, somehow there is comfort from knowing that someone cared enough to listen and actually feel compassion. Ktulu. "I hear ye well and say thank ye," tone is surprisingly gentle and appreciative. She was right in the aspect that we deserved to find a glimpse of enjoyment in this world. Mayhaps that would mean walking a different path one day, but for now, "The day grows short," heaven would soon darken, those pale clouds would roll across this valley like a cloak. I'd have to return to the thundering Fall's soon, aye very soon. "Stay safe Ktulu," gilden pools shifted to her companion, "Eytan." There was little else to say, so I turned away without further embellishment; fully intent upon closing our conversation on a decent note. |
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