This subtle knife is what will reunite us, dear

[Colibri Soul]

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With the wicked pulse, the sound of her heartbeats was as a small critter's. The lady was in no control of it, and the light female crushed her jaws together in stress. She smelled of ash from the old Bleeding Souls. She had been at the skeletons of Clouded Tears and visited one of her older dens from the time she had been leader there. She had reopened the entrance and crawled deep to the heart of the long hall she had dug out. There, she had found it. It had been resting all these years at the same spot as she had left it. Pitch black, wrapped into black cloth so that it would be even more impossible to see if anyone had taken a tour down into her abandoned home.

She had picked it up and left as swiftly as she had come. For once she would take responsibility for what she had done and do what was needed. The lack of proper evidence for her incoming actions was a weakness, but her soul was filled with fear and terror every day, and she wanted to end both of their misery. She had no idea how she would pull it through, but she had to try. It was possible there was a certain death wish within the crimson eyed luperci's mind. She would try to flush out and remove her heavy burdens, one by one, and he had been there upon her shoulders for quite a while.

Her son was sitting with his back at her. She did not even try to attempt to sneak up on him. The human park was tranquil and empty, they were the only one present. Colibri had visited one of the dead human stores and found a bag. She swallowed deeply and walked to the bench he was waiting on, and laid the bag next to her and sat down herself, as far away from him as she could manage without pulling the bag down from the wood. "Why did you do it?"

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