we're all killers
It could’ve all been prevented.
The notation stirred against his skull as he soared along the evening wake, grateful for the opportunity to spread his wings again and not have the feel of monsters clawing at his feathers, but otherwise, the reasons behind the movements were vexing and infuriating. Behind all the nuances, all the considerations, all the back and forth between monarchs, and Greatwood borders, anything the people of the Hollowed Grounds had accomplished were vanquished and gone.
With a sigh into the Stygian abyss, beneath the starlit sky, he descended, spiraling down as Wessex neared the door, shifting back into his human form, touching along the foundations of the ground before the Loreseeker’s Guild. He and Rexanna had sought out information here before, and it felt like lifetimes ago. While the Queen announced their presence, the beast did the same via Attuned link, uncertain if either Jigano or Amalia (because he was supposed to be home hours ago) were within – a warning, an emblem, on smoke and fumes and irritation, established in his otherwise vivid, reserved, reticent silence and features. Wessex wants information on portals.
The notation stirred against his skull as he soared along the evening wake, grateful for the opportunity to spread his wings again and not have the feel of monsters clawing at his feathers, but otherwise, the reasons behind the movements were vexing and infuriating. Behind all the nuances, all the considerations, all the back and forth between monarchs, and Greatwood borders, anything the people of the Hollowed Grounds had accomplished were vanquished and gone.
With a sigh into the Stygian abyss, beneath the starlit sky, he descended, spiraling down as Wessex neared the door, shifting back into his human form, touching along the foundations of the ground before the Loreseeker’s Guild. He and Rexanna had sought out information here before, and it felt like lifetimes ago. While the Queen announced their presence, the beast did the same via Attuned link, uncertain if either Jigano or Amalia (because he was supposed to be home hours ago) were within – a warning, an emblem, on smoke and fumes and irritation, established in his otherwise vivid, reserved, reticent silence and features. Wessex wants information on portals.
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