PRAYER FOR THE FORGOTTEN — joining

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PINK RIBBON SCARS

THAT NEVER FORGET. I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO C L E A N S E THESE REGRETS.

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It was true, that the color black was associated with general negativity. Black was a [shadow=black,left]shadow,[/shadow] a darkness that engulfed your entire being — and in some instances, never released you from its clutches. Black was p o i s o n , an ink that could permanently damage the fabrics of life. Black was the polar opposite of light, of w a r m t h . In the war waged between the light and the dark, everyone wanted the light to win. Nobody wanted to be swallowed whole.

In Titan's case, he was ever-struggling to truly embrace the light.

Taking residence in the barren observatory was a first step, however. Titan had turned his back on bloodstained past, the sooty ashes that had buried his home after the fire destroyed it. From the ashes, Titan had uncovered new growth, a new l i f e . Of course, it would take a long time to [sup]sprout[/sup] and bloom, but slow progress was still progress after all.

The feral feline was no threat to Titan, not in the least. A mere black cat could be [sub]crushed[/sub] under his paw, smothered into nothingness. However, the lion had approached the stranger calmly, his dark amber eyes fixated intently onto her. A guest, and she didn't appear to harbor any foul intent. "Who are you?" Questioned the lion in his usual, [sub]deep[/sub] monotone fashion. He was still ever-formal, never ever breaking his serious character.