jolly wingo
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It was a day so fine, she had a damn near skip in her step. At least she would have if she had not been reduced to gimping around so long ago by her cheerily insane offspring, Meth. The lands of bleeding souls were gone now. His grave, his beauty, swept away by the ashes. But it was a fitting thing, and it made her quite content deep within her soul. Things made so much sense now. Why she had so much trouble staying there, despite all the reasons she had to. The lands had been tainted. Fouled by Damian's flesh, turned rotten with the decay of his soul. But the fire, the fire had seared that to its grave. She was free in this new world.



Free to plot and scheme, and attempt to snatch back some sense of dignity. Some idea of her place in the world. She knew it was in Chimera, but that monster was lost. Perhaps a new beast could live up to its memory. Her mind was torn away from its ramblings for a moment to observe the surroundings, which she did with an amused eye. The land was awfully green here, no doubt soon to spring about with some form of wildlife. She let out a content sigh though, a light rain would be coming soon. Her joints ached when the weather would turn wet. Perhaps it was time to retreat to some semblance of home soon. A pity, she had hoped for some form of company.


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