SUCH SIGHTS | Capture

[VIRGIL M.]

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XVIII - THE MOON

a monument dreams and fantasies come to life, the representation of instincts often left suppressed and a knock into our subconscious.  Virgil of the pitt is a study in beauty: a perfect understanding of that which terrifies you, a perfect picturesque of horror and delight

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the presence of the sacrifice was a suffocating aura of rot, Virgil felt herself shudder as she approached, the ardent's form quick in his reproach from the raid- the raid that her father had hobbled along to and yet to return from but- ah, there was something else here. something interesting and virgil would follow in and watch the spectacle with a sense of curiosity towards the strange creature captured by the sacrifice. a leader, but nothing like their own.

it was an odd concept, but Virgil knew that there were other guilds out there, mother's own influence over the sands were as great in other places as here, but it was here that virgil was raised in: it were her home and vir wouldn't leave- couldn't. so the idea of a foreigner coming here, smelling oddly under the slime and rot of the land's sacrificeleader, another stood and claimed the same mantle.

"another sacrifice" the hyena mix cooed, watching the interaction with sickly green eyes. "pretty coat though. can i have one of their eyes, silent one?" virgil wouldn't lay claim to the one that was there: they were not hers and virgil would one day claim one, but golden eyes- were so pretty. virgil wanted one, and looking towards the sacrificetheir leader- the ardent- silent sacrifice