the woman steeled herself, hearing the vulture’s cry overhead. it didn’t sound particularly like she was sending out an alert, but aurora did not like being taken by surprise. finally, a deep, rich voice rang out in the forest’s stillness.
“ come on out! i know you —
Through this squeak, which also sounded like a whistle, the petite figure flinched and made sure that she looked up into the night sky she could see that something in the sky is circling but which being it is exactly she could not determine at least not from such a distance
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not unlike that day, so many years ago, when blade pierced flesh and changed the path of history. for better or worse, aurora was 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 into its annals. a 𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑻 that can never be undone.
there’s that 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, again. something white—hot and all—encompassing. it burned her veins, pumping magma through her body as muscles twitched, ready for 𝒘𝒂𝒓. the bloodlust came less often, now … but never easier to ignore.
it felt 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 and 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺 …
— whistle, sounded from overhead. vasily, a vermillion, white, and black bearded vulture circled above the pair, watching the scene through sparse flora.
aurora snapped her head around, singular crimson eye scanning the surrounding area. she hadn’t made much noise, but it was enough to make the other cautious. previously operating under the assumption that she was alone on her little stroll.
a high—pitched squeal, akin to a —
The young woman tried to ignore the noises and got a bit nervous and looked around again and got up and clung to her book and snuggled up in her midnight blue velvet coat without sleeves, she knew that something or someone is nearby only she does not know who and stood with -
——— Every creature, regardless of what it is, has the opportunity to be happy. .even me. .even demons can feel happiness. .affection. .and in some cases love. .it is one's decision to take that chance. .
getting out and about was a nice change of pace. white fur rolled up and around the collar of her cape, lining all around the hood and down the trim along the back. fingers reached out to a tree nearby, snatching a handful of leaves before inspecting them curiously … she had —