Hushed Willows Series of unfortunate events

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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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Just before her, the babe looked up, running a perfect blue gaze over her dark face. Zafina could feel tenderness in those beautiful blue eyes. And though the cream fur could have deterred her from the jarring urges that the goddess had succumbed to, it did not. The child was precious, still smelling of puphood, of youth. Of fresh beginnings- 

And Zafina could not resist. 
Mad the last whine ebbed through the child’s minuscule maws, the Divine raced forward with a snap of nimble incisor fangs, and snatched the child up by the scruff, turning deftly on soft pads to whisk her away from this ungrateful denhold. 

This child would know love, adoration-
and she too would join her siblings, those whom had felt the cold breeze of death upon them way too soon.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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