12-18-2020, 11:14 PM
Long lost words whisper slowly to me.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
I still can't find what keeps me here.
MAYE
TANGLEWOOD
TANGLER
The plants shuddered with Elsweyr's arrival, while Maye seemed still and quiet. She slowly blinked, sluggishly lifting her head to look at the cheetah. Borders. The lioness let out a dead, airy chuckle. "Borders tend to matter little to those of the dead, or those who should be." Slowly the vines around her died and she shook those that clung to her body free, slowly looking to the fresh wounds she carried. Tired, she looked back at Elsweyr.
"Do I need something? Originally, no. But now, knowing that this is a group's land," She hesitated, soft voice falling away. "I do believe this dead woman seeks a new home, a new place to make sanctuary."
"Speech"
"Do I need something? Originally, no. But now, knowing that this is a group's land," She hesitated, soft voice falling away. "I do believe this dead woman seeks a new home, a new place to make sanctuary."
"Speech"
When all this time I've been so hollow, inside.
I know you're still there.
I know you're still there.
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗