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10-14-2014, 06:20 PM
This welcoming detachment was exactly what she needed. A time of peace to shake her depression from her soul entirely. To become who she was once more. Ah, but the death of Chrono should not taint her mind as it had. It must be released from her thoughts so that she could focus on what was truly important - her own royalty. The desire to become her king's Naharar. To prepare for the fights and wars that lied ahead. To lay out her methods of training for each of her meager warriors so that she may twist and fold them into worthy knights of the king. She was her own sun, her own planet, without a need or desire for a moon. Eyes would shift toward the female beside her as she would nudge her gently, a sign to join her in her song. And she would. She raised her maw to the air and allowed a lullaby pour from her lips. One that sung of royalty and war. One that would mirror her inner darkness that had been shortly loss. And she would discover it again. She would discover her desire for becoming a legendary queen again on this night. Perhaps this lady was sent to her from the gods, a silent spirit that would put her mind back on the path of glory. Marbled gaze would shift to look at the woman as her battle cry would come to an end. The image twisted and faded in strange ways. Paw nearest to the woman would caress the lady's chest gently - touching the image to see if it were but her imagination. She felt the fur physically brush against the back of her paw, but it too felt distant. Feelings were just not the same in her current state. And so she would close the distance between them, allowing her body to melt completely against her spirit. Allowing shadowed thoughts of her dark desired consume her entirely. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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