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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
It strook her, how similar they were in that moment; an odd look took presence in Virgil's features. The hyena-wolf mix; she was meant to be cunning, ruthless, she was meant to be a never ending stream of obscurity. A witch who only spoke in half truths, but for once she felt that same mannerism fail her at the bluntness in the other pup's tone, a cock in her head stuck rigid, a rictus grin along her maw but the eyes- spoke of something off; something crawling- [b]worming[/i] it's way inside her skull- an infection to the telling's of rot- empathy: what a strange bazar concept: it made her feel more alive than the thrum of a god under her feet.
"You're father left you here to die then," It was blunt, and as the smile faded then, the posture of the witch lagged into something less non-threatening. Instead Virgil withdrew on herself, a weakness only allowed in the presence of the moon now lay bare before a stranger. Children, the both of them: yet the world asked so much. Took already just the cusp of everything.
Virgil wondered if this was what it was like to look into a mirror.
"it's true, many come here only to die" Virgil muttered, and she felt the burrowing thing under her feet coo into her head, a mantra that spoke of blood and war, that shone through death and took from her- comforted her in equal measure: it called on her- beckoned her to welcome the other into the same fold. Only time would tell if they would make it- live past their own lifespan in the service to the devotion of war everyone here submitted to.
"This place is eternal, a stain- blight on the world" Virgil spoke- in a warning before she offered. "But it could also become your sanctuary, you're haven and family, if you welcome it" She breathed, and a great sigh filtered between her maws made each bone in her ache with a sudden drag of burden along her shoulders.
"My name is Virgil, what is yours?"
"You're father left you here to die then," It was blunt, and as the smile faded then, the posture of the witch lagged into something less non-threatening. Instead Virgil withdrew on herself, a weakness only allowed in the presence of the moon now lay bare before a stranger. Children, the both of them: yet the world asked so much. Took already just the cusp of everything.
Virgil wondered if this was what it was like to look into a mirror.
"it's true, many come here only to die" Virgil muttered, and she felt the burrowing thing under her feet coo into her head, a mantra that spoke of blood and war, that shone through death and took from her- comforted her in equal measure: it called on her- beckoned her to welcome the other into the same fold. Only time would tell if they would make it- live past their own lifespan in the service to the devotion of war everyone here submitted to.
"This place is eternal, a stain- blight on the world" Virgil spoke- in a warning before she offered. "But it could also become your sanctuary, you're haven and family, if you welcome it" She breathed, and a great sigh filtered between her maws made each bone in her ache with a sudden drag of burden along her shoulders.
"My name is Virgil, what is yours?"
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[glow=#212121,2,300] Yeah i got some fuckin' problems[/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] were always fucked in the end [b]—[/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] were always fucked in the end [b]—[/glow]
hyena & wolf mix . bio . dm for plotting