you'll grow a thirst for truth

[Emmure]

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ethereal eclipse.


Emmure was quiet. She sat alone by the side of the water, her paws mere inches from the river. At the stretch, the water flowed smoothly but the current was fast, a mirror of the sky marred only by small bursts of white as water skipped over protruding boulders. Immediately after hearing the river on today's exploration, her feet had of their own accord turned toward the soft, giggling sound. She loved rivers; their power and beauty never failed to mystify her. Only when by the side of an unassuming river could she best gather her thoughts, as if the trickling water was actually the whispering voice guiding her thoughts into place. Her home had been near a river. As she sat silently before it, rushes of memory flooded her mind, good and bad. But there was not emotion on her face. She never lost herself; always was she in tune with her emotions, even when the soft gentility of the water beckoned them awry.



She didn't want to think about her life before. She didn't want indecent memories to cloud her new life. Once the blood and death of her past had passed through her mind, she thought about Dahlia de Mai, and what her purpose as a member would be. By now she was aware of the war, though the details were still unclear. She could help her pack to victory. She could die. Or perhaps both would fall into one another. There was no way of knowing. Emmure unleashed a deep sigh, her breath swirling from her maw in soft tendrils of pale smoke. She wouldn't dwell on any possibility.

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