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Sleep, the blessed state of the soul that dissconnects one from senses and struggles. Without nightmares, peaceful.Lonely and heavy.The only escape that is left.Â
Always around Her presence seemed to chill the air, sending shivers down ones spine. Always around, like a devil turned into a guardian angel.
The Mother The Six Winged Death herself. Appearing in the moment of the last living breath, releasing from the body to bring the soul where it belongs. The lovefull embrace existing there since the dawn of time. Even tho her eyes had forgotten joy long ago, their cold blue glimmer always brings the senses into a state of unexplained... calmness. She knows all of us.
She cares for all of us.
Once was a wolf king "It appeared that he was the only one with some brain in that wolf den and surprisingly a lot of kindness in his soul towards us. Sadly only strength matters among their kind and I was there to see his fall. Unclean and unfair. Maybe he will get his throne back next time I show up there?"
Sometimes even demons need their soft moments, sometimes even the toughest warriors show that soft side with just a little smooch.
Every soul lingers for its sacred taste, but for some even the Fruit itself is not enough to heal ...
Sure and Cheerful
Yashka "No, she wasn't known for being just The Eagle's love interest no matter how much the other souls have been admiring or envying that fact. The Ink Girl sure hand was bringing souls from all ends of this gloomy wasteland to adorn their pale bodies with spirit-fitting and most trending markings."
Dreams or memories
Lumi "Be blessed, the servants of the Wise Moonlady, as our souls are priced by your eyes."
They told me to never look in their eyes, I blindly obeyed the rule to the moment I've realized... There always seemed to be another world behind hers.
The Charmer's Smirk
Igur "Everyone remembered the white scarf of The Eagle, and the smirk that never leaved his face. No one questioned the effect that all the fights have brought upon the charming warrior."
The Soul is in the Eyes Daniel
"The Messenger, The Blade, The First Wing of Amir. No one is left there to remember the real me. Just me."
The odd-winged-one that carried on the duty of the Eagle, equally skilled... Or one could even argue that the swift cuts of his blade were even more precise, always delivered with what seemed to be the coldest hate one could keep in their soul. Yet he always greeted fellow hunters with a smile - most likely trying to keep up to what Eagle got them used to. The joyful nature was just a mask that disappeared the moment no eye reached him -miserable and broken inside with no hope left to cure the broken spirit.
What? Your cat never wants some snacks in the middle of the night?
Ancient scrolls and forgotten tomes, rewritten memories and wisdom. The White Lady of Many Names is considered to be the aspect of knowledge.
Every soul born anew is sure to be noted by her quill.
The sand and the dust.
The screams and clinging weapons.
And the fallen of both kinds.
Once you're dead you can stop worrying about feeding your body, but the soul is always hungry. Sip of bitter wine or a slice of this damned chewy meat is all we have to keep us going until the Day. The Day we can soothe our souls with the Sacred Fruit.
Painting regular grapes and oranges would obviously be too boring for me.
-That was a good show brother. Maybe one day you'll be even as good as me!- the smile did not leave The Eagles face for even a moment as we cheered our another victory with a small drink.
-Yeah, but this time it is not my nose that is dripping you know?
-Ah shut up. It's just a stretch, happens to even the greatest ones.
Thin soup slowly simmered on the fire filling the cave with a meaty aroma.
-You two are surely the most reckless souls the desert has ever seen.- Yash answered with a heartwarming smile.