doubt comes in || waking up

[Byriath]

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WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?

Day in, day out. Consistent. Unending. Day in, day out. Constant. Unyielding. Day in, day out. Always checking on him. A silent king among his Kingpin. Day in, day out. Constantly. Every noise, every little movement, noted by the god. He would not give up. And in the end, he picked up some of what was going on within Romulus' mind. Only feelings.

All of it was primal, horridly familiar. The anger, the shame. All of it. For he, too, once could not wake from a sleep like death. Eons ago, before even he had a name. His rage had fueled him. Breathed life into him. Day in, day out. No movement.

The guilt had settled heavily on the God, though his mind was calm. What more could he do? Everything he tried to touch fell apart. Everything he tried to help turned on him. Very few could live around Byriath and not end up dead.

As his eyes opened, the Xenosmilus could barely pick up a thought, muffled. "Brother.." he rumbled, aged eyes looking down at rhe lion with solemn glow. "Brother, are you awake?"

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE

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