What a moron....
He thinks I shall go to waste, out in this place where no one treads?
I need no company; I shall survive alone.
I do not need love.
Or pain.
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Tsk, such weak belongings. I shall discard them with haste!
Come and face me, terrible wronging.
My wounds have bled long into the night.
My pain has uttered it's last words, and now, I shall rest.
I think in the morning I shall find this is all a simple dream....
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My son?......
Do you stirr?
Do not fear me; I know we have not met before...
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I am the ice and snow around you!
I torture the breath from the newborn faun
I strangle the elders where they stand
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I feel such a shame
Sprung from the sight of your face....
Poor, mangled boy
Who has done this to you?
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Mother?
Why, only now, do you approuch me?
Beneath these markings, you are still ashamed of me
I wasn't meant to be
Was I?
So you stuck me with him....
And he's turned me into this
And turned me out.
But you are no better than him, wench!
You believe you were desired?
You think wrong!
He might have raised you
But I birthed you.....
And he has abandoned you....?
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Is it not obvious?!
You have no right to shame me; I am not a child anymore...
I shall get out of this...this...this fantasy world of yours
And never return!
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Things are never that easy....
Come....come with me
You will find your place amongst the Herd of Ice and Snow
Where your brethren live, m'boy
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Mff.....
Who- there?
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Ahch....the light....everything shines so bright out here. Blindingly.
M-mother? Are you still there-
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I am not your mother. Although we may be related.
Here- get up.
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Pardon me asking; but do you have a name....?
Ahh...
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I lost mine.....I don't think I ever had one, really.
No one does anymore.....
How can you have no names?
Isn't that something you need to hold on to?
There is little out here already....
This place is so lost
And yet....in the middle of it all....there is this gathering....
Are you all real?
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Maybe we are......I think so.
You are....her son?
And you....have lost yourself?
It is a wonder that you do not slay me where I stand, carrying her blood.
Do you know where you are, lost stag?
Do you know what has happened....?
No?
Allow me to explain.....
Part 3 coming soon!
Thanks to Unplugged for the code <3
Hm, curious. o:
Thanks ocean! The font might
The font might be a bit wacky; the coding on this place seems a bit odd
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