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07-21-2013, 08:48 PM
Whatever pain she felt at the loss of her friend seemed to pale in comparison to the pain that Circe had kept bottled inside. Ktulu had heard news of her losing her first child with Archibald, and though she wasn't present that day her condolences were with them. Losing a child was a pain she never wanted to feel, but felt resigned that she would in a world as dangerous as Helovia was. She'd thrown herself into all sorts of joyful and painful moments when she'd become a mother to not just one child, but two. A shudder rippled through Ktulu's body as she studied Circe's face. What should she do? She'd never had to stop someone from crying before. "Not even warriors are immune to every pain, I guess." "We have hearts." Ktulu answered back. "Where would we be if we didn't?" They would be just like the shades that over ran Isilme if they didn't. Heartless monsters that killed for pleasure and ruined an entire land. The Grey were warriors, not monsters. They had changed, though, since she had first introduced the idea of the group to Ophelia. Now instead of fighting for those that were under represented they were fighting for anyone. It left a sour taste in her mouth. "Brutes, I've heard them call us. What brutes we must be." The Constrictor frowned at that, her ears tilting back against her dark head. "Brutes." She repeated. "They call us brutes because we fight for what we want. I'd sooner be a brute than a pacifistic cur." | ||
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