
The forest was dark, their pathway illuminated by the moonlight. Untrained feet stomped, and crunched, and cracked their way through the forest floor ( though a bit was contributed to the pout was ever so present ). The hem of her dress was coated in dirt, splitting at the ends in utter ruin. Her voice drained and raspy. ❝ Aedion, when are we going to stop ? I’m tired and HUNGRY. ❞
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FIREHEART
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING STYLISH IN BEING UTTERLY WICKED
YOU WERE COLD, AS THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BONES
SO GIVE ME HOPE IN THE DARKNESS
FOR ALL MY SWEAT, MY BLOOD RUNS WEAK
MY HEART IS GOLD AND MY HANDS ARE COLD
THROW ME TO THE WOLVES AND I WILL RETURN LEADING THE PACK
DRIPPING LIKE A SATURATED SUNRISE.

