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She continued to walk because her roots had been ripped up and massacred many years ago. Bleeding Souls had crumbled into ash, and those memories that had inhabited those lands had been lost in the fire or shattered to thin threads of nostalgia. There was no bitterness amongst the sweet after taste, but she conjured it anyway, for it was a lost life buried in years of past. She had genuinely wished, with Dahlia de Mai in her hands, that she would be able to create something new out of the ashes, but no bird phoenix had risen to brush her away with its fiery storm of passion. No, she remained empty and could not forge new chains to keep her in place. Instead, Colibri Soul wandered across this lonesome earth wondering why she could not have had the sense to enjoy what she had before everything changed and her life was shattered. Repeatedly shattered.
She was lonely, but this was her curse to carry. There were worse evils than her in this world, surely, but she had long ceased wondering the reasons for why she was punished so. At least she had the memories, though she supposed she would have been better off without them. They were the weights keeping her chained at the bottom of her lonesome, dark sea, but she was too attached to let go and float up to a strange and unknown surface. Perhaps she did wait for death. It would have been an easy task to end this misery herself, but no, she was not such a creature. Whisper beach was beautiful, even when the world was frozen and unmoving. The tide whispered incessantly, and ivory ears shifted to take in the melancholic sound. The thought of walking in and never reappear had never truly occurred to her, and would not today. She was a survivor.
Slender limbs ceased and lost intention as another canine’s silhouette was revealed to soft platinum gaze. The aging Soul female did not shy from temporary company, though her form was not at ease as she scrutinized the masculine figure. Paws brought her closer regardless, though the approach was noticeably wary. Dark nostrils flared in pursuit of an identity, but the shifting breeze was reluctant to assist her, though probably did a good job in revealing her to the other instead. Ah, well.
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