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N/A · 01-02-2015, 09:30 PM

I WAS BORN WITHOUT THIS FEAR

NOW ONLY THIS SEEMS REAL

At first there was nothing, but that "nothing" was everything. The writhing masses that pressed against her- the warmth. This was her world as she grew. She wasn't expecting anything to change, and of course it did. Her world convulsed as something shook them- and she rattled into the masses beside her. Finally, it was like she was being pulled out- away from them into a void. She was sucked away from the feel of all that she had ever known, and pushed away. Her word grew smaller- constricting upon her- smaller and smaller.

Then it wasn't small anymore. She was cold! Something rubbed against her- her only sense seemed magnified out here and she let out a sharp clear whine. She was moved, and nudged- her whines becoming increasingly more demanding as she scented something, that awoke her instincts. Pitifully, she whined her little jaws parting as she was moved towards it. She was beside something warm- and that warmth was comforting.

That was enough for now.

I NEED TO MOVE, I NEED TO FIGHT

BELLONA AURUM ARMADA

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