[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]"Stop wasting your time on some asshole who's toying with you." "He wouldn't do that-" "You are a toy to him. Listen to me, child. Enough is enough. This is going to tear you apart. Let me do what has to be done." It was then that Amaranth blacked out in her home in the Typhoon - but she was painfully aware as the demon in her head took over her body and started to gather her things, leaving with all in a garden cart that was pulled behind them.
As she was made to leave Typhoon territory and out into no-man's land, she started to think of what he'd told her - maybe he was right, the voice in her head. The Typhoon wasn't right for a dainty, selfless she-cat like her. Fighting for a band of ruthless pirates was going to get her killed - and he didn't want that for her as much as she wanted to die.
So as she padded onto Tanglewood land, unknowingly, with her plants in the cart behind her, she sighed and stopped for a moment against a tree. She wished she'd asked Edgar to come with her, but she'd left a letter for him - or at least he had for her.
She was exhausted from dragging her plants behind her, and as she slumped further against the tree, she felt her eyes drooping - she wanted to sleep, she wanted to nap, she wanted to relax, but she knew that, at any moment, someone or something could easily come and kill her. She still didn't have a clue that that something was a clan grieving over the life of a clanmate, one that her old clan stole from them. And she still reeked of salt water.
"Speech,"
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As she was made to leave Typhoon territory and out into no-man's land, she started to think of what he'd told her - maybe he was right, the voice in her head. The Typhoon wasn't right for a dainty, selfless she-cat like her. Fighting for a band of ruthless pirates was going to get her killed - and he didn't want that for her as much as she wanted to die.
So as she padded onto Tanglewood land, unknowingly, with her plants in the cart behind her, she sighed and stopped for a moment against a tree. She wished she'd asked Edgar to come with her, but she'd left a letter for him - or at least he had for her.
She was exhausted from dragging her plants behind her, and as she slumped further against the tree, she felt her eyes drooping - she wanted to sleep, she wanted to nap, she wanted to relax, but she knew that, at any moment, someone or something could easily come and kill her. She still didn't have a clue that that something was a clan grieving over the life of a clanmate, one that her old clan stole from them. And she still reeked of salt water.
"Speech,"
[ please wait until tricky posts with beck!! ]
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