05-21-2015, 11:43 PM
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| Something was wrong.
Covet could feel it deep down in his bones, down to his core, down to whatever material makes you you. He realized long ago his immortality was fickle. What immortal heals but leaves a scar behind? None. He thought it was a joke, a cruel joke, a scar for every memory. It seems to be a symptom of something else entirely. Now he scrapes his knees and they heal slowly. Slower. Slower still. They scab, they heal over like someone with less magic in their bones. Normally he would cheer for the end of such an era - something so sickening as magic in his bones! No, he knows now that it means something far more nefarious. When you're over 100 years old the prospect of your death is strange. So why abandon the Valley? Why leave it now, in his time of need? His twin daughters with Librette's looks stare back at him. Myrina created his carbon copy. He has children in the woodwork looking to make their mark. Isn't this how he wanted to go out? Perhaps he feels like he has unfinished business elsewhere. Matters not of the loin. So he journeys from the silent, imposing Valley to the boisterous, annoying meadow. And he waits. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |