THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD : open + missing

[VIRGIL M.]

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XVIII - THE MOON

a monument dreams and fantasies come to life, the representation of instincts often left suppressed and a knock into our subconscious.  Virgil of the pitt is a study in beauty: a perfect understanding of that which terrifies you, a perfect picturesque of horror and delight

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VIrgil was a small, but rather large presence. after the little amalgamation's introduction to the clan: worm's loud approval of her as a whole, and the raid in quick succession; there were plenty going on in the pitt. in constant move, always doing something, but virgil's presence was felt - in the air around the welp, in the whisper's of their smell: a mix of rot and ozone.

after the raid, there was a note in the background: a missing person- and beyond that virgil started to grow tense. it felt off, and even without knowing most of who he was- virgil's father was gone. without mother's presence it made virgil feel alone, and so- she left. after hearing a boisterous group chatter about the raid the welp got up and walked off, back towards the desert, walking a particular location.

[Luciferr]

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sightless eyes watched her go,

It knew where she no doubt intended to wander too - where her father had died no doubt,

A shame, a waste of a good resource when work had died, alas,

Well if Virgil brought him back it would be on her to decide what to do with him, Silent got up and stretched, obscene cracking issuing from his strange physiology as he moved away from where he’d been perched on the rocky crags nearer the jungle but still situated in the desert sands.

It was time to see to his prisoner.