is it better to be a monster with a heart, or a human without a soul?
my hands are shaking
She’d taken a trip to the Tundra in the hopes that the cold might temper her anger, but the isolation had only sparked more of her flame. She knows what she has to do, she’s spoken with Chulane of it, and the plan is set in motion. Now it’s simply trying to figure out the ways to get from point A to point B. So she starts small, boxing up the things to take with her from her and Chuy’s home, pairing it with a few different pieces of her life before she’d died and returned.
And when she’d gotten tired of that, she’d ended up wandering – walking and walking through the snows in the middle of the night, the moonlight glinting off the snows as the wind pushes it to creep up the edges of the buildings where the cobblestone sits.
She finds herself outside Deimos’ door, at least, the one she hopes is still his. She doesn’t know why, the rage within her too unwieldy, too volatile, but she finds herself here regardless – and it’s there that she waits, not knocking, not announcing her presence (sure that his companions would have notified him as they may have seen her on her approach). So all the Harpy does is stand outside the door, leaning against a pillar on the other side, staring. Stewing. Thrumming.
And when she’d gotten tired of that, she’d ended up wandering – walking and walking through the snows in the middle of the night, the moonlight glinting off the snows as the wind pushes it to creep up the edges of the buildings where the cobblestone sits.
She finds herself outside Deimos’ door, at least, the one she hopes is still his. She doesn’t know why, the rage within her too unwieldy, too volatile, but she finds herself here regardless – and it’s there that she waits, not knocking, not announcing her presence (sure that his companions would have notified him as they may have seen her on her approach). So all the Harpy does is stand outside the door, leaning against a pillar on the other side, staring. Stewing. Thrumming.
my knuckles are bruised
but i survived
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
