11-08-2018, 09:24 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color;"]Once upon a time, a little girl by the name of Cleo Roux-Cipher lived somewhat happily in the Typhoon with her companion, Eshe. In that frozen-over heart of hers, there had only been room for two entities: her precious snakes and her even more precious brother. It had perhaps been her lack of love towards anything else that permitted an inky darkness to consume her, stealing her far away from her home and allowing a friend - her closest friend - to become a foe. Nothing more than an extension of Eshe's will, Cleo lost herself more and more in her own mind, reduced to nothing but a shell of the creature she had once been. Hope had become an incomprehensible concept just as happiness had and all she knew, all she would ever know, was the allure of the shadows that she now permanently dwelled within.
But she was Cleo Roux-Cipher and her movements, albeit shaky, were her own. If she knew the meaning of the word anymore, she'd consider her freedom a miracle. But as the bengal collapsed upon the railroad tracks, all she could bring to mind were two faces and a single name. Everything else that had made her her had been erased, that god awful darkness taking away her identity with no remorse. No care. She had those faces though... and that name... It was her name, she realized with a start, clouded red eyes blinking in dull confusion a few times, her name. "I am Cleo..." The words didn't feel like her own, barely audible and barely heard by the mostly-deaf beta, but they were her own. She was her own.
She was her own.
"I am my own."
A few more dazed blinks and her attention was falling upon her mangled leg. She could only stare at it, unable to remember what had happened that had reduced it to such a sorry state. She decided to give up, instead combing her memory for names that went with those faces. "Brother," She suddenly murmured, "Sister." Siblings- they had been her siblings. And this was home, wasn't it? More and more things were coming in and out of clarity but she was growing more certain by the second.
And for the first time since her disappearance, Cleo Roux-Cipher released a sigh in relief.
She was home.
But she was Cleo Roux-Cipher and her movements, albeit shaky, were her own. If she knew the meaning of the word anymore, she'd consider her freedom a miracle. But as the bengal collapsed upon the railroad tracks, all she could bring to mind were two faces and a single name. Everything else that had made her her had been erased, that god awful darkness taking away her identity with no remorse. No care. She had those faces though... and that name... It was her name, she realized with a start, clouded red eyes blinking in dull confusion a few times, her name. "I am Cleo..." The words didn't feel like her own, barely audible and barely heard by the mostly-deaf beta, but they were her own. She was her own.
She was her own.
"I am my own."
A few more dazed blinks and her attention was falling upon her mangled leg. She could only stare at it, unable to remember what had happened that had reduced it to such a sorry state. She decided to give up, instead combing her memory for names that went with those faces. "Brother," She suddenly murmured, "Sister." Siblings- they had been her siblings. And this was home, wasn't it? More and more things were coming in and out of clarity but she was growing more certain by the second.
And for the first time since her disappearance, Cleo Roux-Cipher released a sigh in relief.
She was home.