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It had been about three months - 78 days to be exact - since Beatrice had deserted the Typhoon. It had been week after week of hunting and collecting for the Beast. While the canine had gathered and gathered and gathered, she felt hollow, empty on the inside. She was sick of herself and the actions she was taking, but she was so close to finding Greg and Wirt. She was so close to finding home again.
54 souls. She had taken the lives of so many in order to sate the Beast and obtain information. Her stomach churned as she thought about each and every one of them. The girl told herself it was for the best.
She allowed her mind to clear itself of these thoughts as soundless paws took her down a familiar path. She hated to admit her heart was beating in anticipation for this. She had spent less than a month in the Typhoon, so why did she feel so attached? Why did a small smile uncurl upon her lips as she traipsed the submerged railroad tracks? Hope and perhaps happiness were budding in her heart which were foreign, yet welcome, emotions.
"Hello," she called, voice as confident as the day she joined. "My name is Beatrice. I've come to rejoin... if you all would have me back." Her voice grew softer as she concluded her speech. Fear slowly crept into her heart. What if she were not welcome back? The red heeler bit her lips. 'Best not to think that way, Beatrice,' she told herself before taking a seat.
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It had been about three months - 78 days to be exact - since Beatrice had deserted the Typhoon. It had been week after week of hunting and collecting for the Beast. While the canine had gathered and gathered and gathered, she felt hollow, empty on the inside. She was sick of herself and the actions she was taking, but she was so close to finding Greg and Wirt. She was so close to finding home again.
54 souls. She had taken the lives of so many in order to sate the Beast and obtain information. Her stomach churned as she thought about each and every one of them. The girl told herself it was for the best.
She allowed her mind to clear itself of these thoughts as soundless paws took her down a familiar path. She hated to admit her heart was beating in anticipation for this. She had spent less than a month in the Typhoon, so why did she feel so attached? Why did a small smile uncurl upon her lips as she traipsed the submerged railroad tracks? Hope and perhaps happiness were budding in her heart which were foreign, yet welcome, emotions.
"Hello," she called, voice as confident as the day she joined. "My name is Beatrice. I've come to rejoin... if you all would have me back." Her voice grew softer as she concluded her speech. Fear slowly crept into her heart. What if she were not welcome back? The red heeler bit her lips. 'Best not to think that way, Beatrice,' she told herself before taking a seat.
- her blue bird army
- the beast singing
- include adelaide
- wears a blue ribbon now?
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[glow=black,10,100]THE STARS ARE BRIGHT BUT DO THEY KNOW?[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]THE UNIVERSE IS BEAUTIFUL BUT COLD