Duskfire Glacier usurped

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tulip was innocent to the point of ignorance, even in the face of the disaster that had led to their fleeing. or so, she had been. bramble's death had brought to light her own stupidity, that life was as dandy as she made it out to be. nothing escaped the darkness, but never had she imagined it to usurp her life so viciously. but even after the death of her twin, she refused to be angry. she had plenty a reason to do be so, and yet, she could not. perhaps it was the passing on of her mother's goodness that had so deeply embedded itself within her personality, her morals; she could not shake the simple grace that she carried with, every step she took.

but she could not help but falter as she harsh exchange of voices stopped her in her path. she had been exploring the new territory, taking her time before her mother called her back; she had begun the process of living on. but the strained tones only increased and she veered towards, ears lowering. it was her half sibling, and a pup she had not met, and only as she arrived did one of them explode. hawthorn.

he shouted and she flinched. she felt his pain, and it felt too much. she had lost her other half. the one she had shared a womb, her brother. he had been everything, and despite her agony, she did not loose herself. she had not known hawthorn much other than his name and could not tell if it was the disappearance of their father, his mother and his brother that made do with his personality so, but she found herself frightened at this incarnation of her half-brother. 

“haw?” her voice peeped from not all too far away, creeping out from behind the underbrush with her tail tucked. she was not rose, and she had never been close to rowan, nor any of her half siblings, but they had shared a father. a father who had left them before she could hear his voice. rose and hawthorn were all she had left, and yet, they could not be all that she had. but perhaps, just perhaps, she could stop him from saying such mean things, such things that never had she expected anyone to say ever that left her shocked to the core. or perhaps, he did not even know her name; tulip could not do much but to lower her eyes away from the two, as if expecting their to not be heard or worse, to become the target of his vicious words too. “please s-stop,”

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