The comfort of a familiar face

*Luck* · 03-08-2016, 05:42 PM

The tiny figure pelted head long through the mist, seemingly unaware of the cold dampness that clung to her fur. Luck was drenched in truth, though not because of the mist, she had been running for what felt like a life time but could have only been a few hours. She was running from everything, from the pain of seeing Bacchus in the state he was, from the hate pouring off the purple girl, from her own fears and pain. She wanted nothing more than to see her parent’s faces and to cry into their fur.

But they were gone, everyone she knew was either gone or missing or… laying in a cave potentially dying because of her inability to heal them. That idea was enough to stop her in her tracks, stone figures rising up in the distance and the small Destruction girl found herself drawn to them. Settling herself in the heart of the stone ring she did her best to bring herself back under control.

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