12-27-2018, 03:16 AM
MARLE ROE
✯ — WHEN WILL THE PAIN WE FEEL GO AWAY?
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darkness was no forgotten being, no lost lover. it was a cold embrace, a reminder of the wars long escaped. it was the kiss of night upon the frigid unforgiving brow of the survivor. darkness was the only thing that would be able to describe the man walking through the lands, his head down, lost without a thought, following some unknown directional path.
he was tall, dark, broody, and what was more? he reeked of primal danger and force. he was strong, there was no question. but there was a longing sadness in the monster who prowled the lands, destroying the untrue and the false who crossed his path. he bore himself like a man who had been raised only to kill, and perhaps he was, yet the authority that leaked off of him was intimidating and frightening. what would such a man as he do with the power he surely had?
he came to a stop finally, having heard rumors of a medical man in this certain area, one famed for his fur and for his skills. he was no shaman, nothing like back home. he came from the destroyed lands of the humans who had walked before him. from the ruins of the house he had lived in as a man many years ago, before he lost his family and was stuck in this body of his.
now, he stood at the border of this unfamiliar place, seeking out the one who wore the old worn ribbon. he sought out the remedy to his broken painful memories, the one who could push away the scars of the past, the one who could help him to soothe the ragged rotting wounds on his heart.
he was tall, dark, broody, and what was more? he reeked of primal danger and force. he was strong, there was no question. but there was a longing sadness in the monster who prowled the lands, destroying the untrue and the false who crossed his path. he bore himself like a man who had been raised only to kill, and perhaps he was, yet the authority that leaked off of him was intimidating and frightening. what would such a man as he do with the power he surely had?
he came to a stop finally, having heard rumors of a medical man in this certain area, one famed for his fur and for his skills. he was no shaman, nothing like back home. he came from the destroyed lands of the humans who had walked before him. from the ruins of the house he had lived in as a man many years ago, before he lost his family and was stuck in this body of his.
now, he stood at the border of this unfamiliar place, seeking out the one who wore the old worn ribbon. he sought out the remedy to his broken painful memories, the one who could push away the scars of the past, the one who could help him to soothe the ragged rotting wounds on his heart.
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