Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

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Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

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Zafina watched from the borders edges, this cream wolf submerging herself in the cold and malicious bile of this cold and seemingly desolate place. Keeping her chin tucked, she watched this child punish herself in this mire. What a curious thing it was.

Regardless of the happenings, the Goddess stayed where she was, atop pieces of solid land. The thick stench of other wolves here was given a fainter girth here, but she hadn’t dreaded over that distinct line. Last thing she felt she needed was a vengeance list when living this life was her own punishment. Simply took so much energy to have grudges. 

A careful string of sounds to alert the youth before her-

“Hello...Busy?”

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But every sky will build my throne.

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