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PLACES PLEASE, accepting; @videodoomed.
a swathe of hellish younglings decorate the ground before the crouching woman, pale stretch of joints knee connected connected to thigh holding the woman up in her crouch, uncomfortable to many who weren't she. when you've stomached and spat out the bile of this filthy world, chewed and torn through with your less than carnivorous teeth, the comfortless became manageable whether you wanted such a thing or not. with each decade that flitted away in a cumbersome landscape, a prison sentence nigh infinitum, lathinhalei could scarce remember the inklings that made up who she is; her clan mother, and their mother's mother's far before them, their idols and revered gods, paved the way for who she was. every littleling, every woman and man carved from the tree of life, decorated into being, radiant as the sun and enduring as the moon pulling the tide back into shore and welcoming every child of the earth home to the hearth. if she dared to ever forget, she'd lose who she was. she would cease to wear her name, for she would not be their child.
since her residency, a death long since coming ── she'd died thousands of lives ago, the loss of her community, her family, her home, was the very death of she. ── she had taken to raising the impoverished younglings on the outskirts of pride, the dead forest far from the sprawling city centre and all its' repugnant violence. children who had fallen too young, children without a home, children born of hellish ilk left astray to wander without ever growing, ever knowing. she'd taken the few under her wing and ever more numbers, few with homes and families who simply came to listen. to her stories and tales, her history and the wonders of what became of each cautionary tale she hastened to impart. of grass green and hearts full, sights, sounds, the cragged rocks that faced the flowing waters and the marshy land squelching under foot. the dying crest of a deer, the hide of a rabbit skinned. all that returned back to the land as she hoped she did, her corpse a flourishing warm bed for lilies and honeysuckle bees.
❝ i can hear your footfalls. state your presence here, or leave lest i remove you myself. ❞ she speaks whilst the children play in the laughter and the roar, distraction used to advantage as fingers perch themselves atop a dagger sharpened all her lonesome.