February 21, 2018, 02:20 PM
The morning had long risen in the sky. Yet this morning, the sunrise was as if blood was split haphazardly across the usual pastel colors. As she had watched it, her brows furrowed, her tail flicking uneasily. The day wore on and things passed as usual, yet the feeling would not leave her. Maybe it was the fact she was concerned about the fact that Reigi had been gone for days on end. Maybe it was the fact that her nightmares had been steadily getting worse, the one the night before the worst yet.
Shaking her head, she padded across the valley and towards the entrance. The rock looked bare and empty, only sharpening the feeling of dread in her stomach. She huffed, turning back around. Everything was fine.
Shaking her head, she padded across the valley and towards the entrance. The rock looked bare and empty, only sharpening the feeling of dread in her stomach. She huffed, turning back around. Everything was fine.
I am a searcher. Always was. I still am...searching for the missing piece.
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Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me - by Onyx Saefyn - February 21, 2018, 02:20 PM
RE: Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me - by Dakarai - February 21, 2018, 08:43 PM