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All she needs to do is run…right? Fuck, right can’t she think correctly? Maybe it’s the hysteria that they said she’s earned…maybe it’s the fact that she’s all alone now. Why…why did they leave her?!
Ira looked up at the statue of the goddesses, the ones who made the land she lives in.
“Why!!”
She was seconds away from breaking down. Tears streaming from golden brown eyes. She gripped her hair as she kept thinking
Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-
“Who’s there”
She was pissed, may the gods strike her down or not, why can’t she grief in peace.
“Fuck off, if you choose not to answer…just leave me alone”
She was seconds from falling down…maybe Nova wouldn’t have left if she was more feminine…being masculine and ugly isn’t something most would stay for.
Ira looks down at the young Alpakil, her feathers ruffled from running.
“You don’t belong in a place of despair, child”
Like how I don’t belong anyway anymore.