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Io



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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12-23-2019, 12:17 AM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2019, 07:33 PM by Sirius.)

She drummed softly upon her stones, and he fought to call upon the memories of the battle. To play it through his mind clear and concise. Drum, drum, drum silence, the smell of blood. drum, drum, drum blood in his teeth, the sound of ripping. drum, drum, drum pain, remembered, not felt again. Drum, drum drum he made a frustrated sound through his fangs, opening his eyes, and looking back at Io. "so much of it is a blur. I can call up the moments before the battle pretty easily, but the battle itself? Just blur, and blood, and viloance. Winning, until im not, and then pain.”

he skipped a little ahead, wondering if Io would berate him for it. “I remember slipping in and out of consciousness for a bit, the feeling that I wasn’t alone, through Deathbelle was long gone. I dragged/was dragged, perhaps, to a cave. Most of that is a blur as well. It took me months before things got clear again, and I was definitely alone then. But the healing? The food I ate? I don’t believe I fetched them myself.”


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