02-16-2023, 03:51 PM
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[td]CUTTING THAT BRANCH OFF THE CHERRY TREE
The Gods were cruel, they always were and always would be, except that this time, they had taken the man she loved from her. She couldn't find it in herself to forgive them, hell, to feel anything. Upon returning to Tanglewood's territory from that damned meeting, sporting new injuries and bruises she was sure to feel in the morning, she did her best to avoid the others, wanting to avoid rubbing salt into the wound. She couldn't feel a thing as she walked, or so she was convinced. She knew she needed to go to the Coalition, as Ambassador of Tanglewood (were they really the group at fault for the fight?) and as someone who loved their fallen Kingpin.
Finally able to break free from the throng of bodies, twisting away from any who tried to reach out to her, the dark lioness trod towards the one building she wanted to be in. The tavern. The one place she could get a drink without feeling a bad mother to Diesie, her adopted son who had finally joined her side not so long ago. Dragging heavy paws towards the tavern, the lioness pushed the door open, conscious of the closeness of others, twisting away from touch as if it would burn her. Walking up to the counter, the exhausted and injured woman would sit and slap down a few coins, taking the mug of ale pushed in her direction and lifting it to her muzzle, taking in the bitter taste.
Setting down the tankard with a loud thud! she would raise her paw to wipe away the foam bowing her whiskers. Licking her lips as she stared down at it, feeling estranged from the world and the lives around her. She swore she could still see Romulus falling every second she closed her eyes and it terrified her. Sinking into a slumped position, she couldn't help the tears that overwhelmed her. She had been so utterly useless to help him, to help the man she loved, and he had died before her, where she couldn't do anything. How she hated it. [/td][/tr][/table]
[td]CUTTING THAT BRANCH OFF THE CHERRY TREE
The Gods were cruel, they always were and always would be, except that this time, they had taken the man she loved from her. She couldn't find it in herself to forgive them, hell, to feel anything. Upon returning to Tanglewood's territory from that damned meeting, sporting new injuries and bruises she was sure to feel in the morning, she did her best to avoid the others, wanting to avoid rubbing salt into the wound. She couldn't feel a thing as she walked, or so she was convinced. She knew she needed to go to the Coalition, as Ambassador of Tanglewood (were they really the group at fault for the fight?) and as someone who loved their fallen Kingpin.
Finally able to break free from the throng of bodies, twisting away from any who tried to reach out to her, the dark lioness trod towards the one building she wanted to be in. The tavern. The one place she could get a drink without feeling a bad mother to Diesie, her adopted son who had finally joined her side not so long ago. Dragging heavy paws towards the tavern, the lioness pushed the door open, conscious of the closeness of others, twisting away from touch as if it would burn her. Walking up to the counter, the exhausted and injured woman would sit and slap down a few coins, taking the mug of ale pushed in her direction and lifting it to her muzzle, taking in the bitter taste.
Setting down the tankard with a loud thud! she would raise her paw to wipe away the foam bowing her whiskers. Licking her lips as she stared down at it, feeling estranged from the world and the lives around her. She swore she could still see Romulus falling every second she closed her eyes and it terrified her. Sinking into a slumped position, she couldn't help the tears that overwhelmed her. She had been so utterly useless to help him, to help the man she loved, and he had died before her, where she couldn't do anything. How she hated it. [/td][/tr][/table]
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MERLIN GWYNNE
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