[Hyacinth] The last of her kind
03-30-2021, 03:41 PM
She found herself in route to a place she was sure she was never going to see again. Though between her and home was a mountain. Home. It was word she knew but felt no real attachment to anymore. Not since she was a babe. She had no more tears for the wolves that died there either, she'd cried them all. Her eyes were dead as she slowly moved around the edge of the chasm towards the mountain she knew overlooked her birthplace. It was a trip she told herself she had to make. Her paws felt heavy though as she moved. If someone looked at her from the outside they might see a normal girl, but on the inside she was a china doll, fragile and delicate. She could easily be shattered. Her eyes were distant as she walked along, probably carelessly. She had walked this path almost exactly two years ago. She knew what she wanted, a chance to actually see the skeletons and give them the farewell she should of before now, but it wasn't easy to do. She also needed to prove to herself that it was true, sort of, she had long ago accepted it, but she didn't completely believe it. There was no way someone as strong as her uncle Rhyme had died, nor that her entire family was wiped from the face or the world, only she knew it was also the truth. She was the last Destruction. Mindless wandering "Hopeless words"
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