I PRAY SOMETHING WILL TAKE AWAY THE PAIN

*Caede* · 09-27-2013, 12:54 PM

Despite the warm weather coming to a gradual end, the air here was sweltering and thick; the wind silently played with soft ashes on the expanse of black horizon, creating a guise of snowing gunpowder. A lone wolf escorted herself through the dismal remains of what used to be, meandering a mindless trail through tree carcasses and forgotten footprints. Her delicate head was lowered pathetically as she cared little for her wanderings: she had no destination, all she sought was to rid of the monster who wished her dead. Morte had promised Caede he would always be with her, promised to keep her caged like the helpless dove she was.

Yet she had escaped his confines for the time being, but she had no home to flee to, no loved ones waiting in their warm den for her to return to. They were gone, decaying like the tarnished trunks she passed. She elevated her chin to the sky and paused in her travels, her baby-blue eyes rimmed with an unintelligible sadness as she questioned the morals of her Gods. Her lower lip quivered before her eyes narrowed at the desolate Heavens, unsatisfied with her Deities' silence.

Earlier this morning she had tried to assuage herself and lift her spirits, but it was hopeless. Not today and maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not ever but certainly not today. Her heart murmured with sorrow for which no words could touch, with flickering images of fickle memories she wished she could relive. She was plagued with uncertainty for the future.

Caede's stomach growled angrily, upset with the lack of nourishment her body had been receiving, but she ignored her deprived anatomy and seated herself among the ruin, accepted her pitiful doom, and awaited Morte's arrival.

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