Hideaway Strath Return to the stars

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Alula had made it clear that her life had been ran into dirt, but with squinted stare at the response she had given, Tormentous had come to the realization that it was not her doing that crushed this flower into the mud; there wasn’t a speck of the ruin on her. Indigo sapphires drifted to the befallen body of whoever was clawed to shreds, cougar stench permeating this place like careless piss. Mars- this must have been him. 
Mans that must be who had taken the blows for her; quite possibly up to now. 

Priest was no Mars. 

“It will- No, I will hurt you. And I won’t change for better, or worse.”

He stares at the body for what seemed almost endlessly. Eternally observing what life does to you should you kneel for the sake of others, and not yourself. 

“But if you can love me through the pain, I’m not gonna stop you.“ Hethen turned to regard her, to see is she was a rider, or whether she was going to be a follower as she had always been. Neither were bad- but he would not give her what she couldn’t handle.