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She had thought she would get over this rather quickly. She felt no closer walking the path of recovery. Her mind felt more chaotic than she could recall ever having been. It felt like as if there was a constant battle going on inside her. Disgust and horror versus a twisted happiness and seduction. Those feelings all roared when she went back to browse the memory of the most horrific scene she had ever seen, heard of,.. played a part in. Her arms were crossed in front of her, hands clinging to her skin. She felt more vulnerable now. At the same time, funnily enough, she felt stronger. Samael was a part of Inferni now. She wondered how she would be able to keep a neutral mask up when the time came for a clan gathering. She sort of hoped he would not be present then. Or maybe she did. She wanted to see him again, wanted to look upon that face of the man that had destroyed and freed her.
The girl was sitting beneath a great tree in the Dampwoods, not too far from the clan’s borders. She thought about many things. Kaena with her new frailty. Samael and his terror. Charon.. It was the right thing to do.” She was so young, it was just that she was unable to understand. She would learn. The wolf in her had deceived her, tricked her. It had tried to make her weak. Her uncle would show her the way, make sure she would not falter and fall away from the path of glory. Next to the girl her twin swords rested comfortably. She loved them endlessly. They were so much lighter and far more elegant than other swords she had seen before. There were flowers carved in on their black handles. Beautiful. And so deadly sharp. In her lap there was a large, oversized rat. It had been one of her first to train. It had no name, only a number, which was five. Number five. It was only an animal and she did not want to get too attached to it by naming it and automatically grant it value.
She had thought she would get over this rather quickly. She felt no closer walking the path of recovery. Her mind felt more chaotic than she could recall ever having been. It felt like as if there was a constant battle going on inside her. Disgust and horror versus a twisted happiness and seduction. Those feelings all roared when she went back to browse the memory of the most horrific scene she had ever seen, heard of,.. played a part in. Her arms were crossed in front of her, hands clinging to her skin. She felt more vulnerable now. At the same time, funnily enough, she felt stronger. Samael was a part of Inferni now. She wondered how she would be able to keep a neutral mask up when the time came for a clan gathering. She sort of hoped he would not be present then. Or maybe she did. She wanted to see him again, wanted to look upon that face of the man that had destroyed and freed her.
The girl was sitting beneath a great tree in the Dampwoods, not too far from the clan’s borders. She thought about many things. Kaena with her new frailty. Samael and his terror. Charon.. It was the right thing to do.” She was so young, it was just that she was unable to understand. She would learn. The wolf in her had deceived her, tricked her. It had tried to make her weak. Her uncle would show her the way, make sure she would not falter and fall away from the path of glory. Next to the girl her twin swords rested comfortably. She loved them endlessly. They were so much lighter and far more elegant than other swords she had seen before. There were flowers carved in on their black handles. Beautiful. And so deadly sharp. In her lap there was a large, oversized rat. It had been one of her first to train. It had no name, only a number, which was five. Number five. It was only an animal and she did not want to get too attached to it by naming it and automatically grant it value.