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time went by like a glacier, inching forward with ponderous weight, gradually as the sun rose and set. in his position, the brute was a parade of solemn absence. insentient and bloodstained by the hues of violence, he had rotted in the solitude of the woodland. breaths as frivolous as murmurs of the nightfall, decimated into the eerie atmosphere, unpuzzling within the stretches of the breeze whilst carrying the grave weight of the lamentable breaths he insufflated. he was a lamb in a den of lupines, powerless and laid bare, he was coddled in the mushy parcels of moss, swarmed by the flocks of flies that time to time mopped through and studied the carcass. all drawn by the pungent and rotting stench of his sweet blood drifting in the mingling presence of nature. and as time flowed, the environment morphed by the hands of time. the moon surrendered its celestial dominion to the impending dawn. the subtle, diminishing nocturnal sounds endowed the stirring morning songbirds to cheer their melodies whilst the atmosphere beamed with the delicate hues of dawning, elucidating the once tenebrous woodland with its warmth and light. but also, apprising the brute's still, breathing carcass and the paddles of blood the moss had sponged in.
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Warm rays of sun beamed through the mouth of the shallow stone den, illuminating the fae's white pelt, her eyes flickering open as the sun warmed her nose. Sleep lingered heavy this light, as if the night wasnt nearly enough for her body to rest assured. Her ears lie limp, low against her skull, lids drooping and tail dragging. reality had come back to her. Opaca was dead. it wasnt a dream. it was all still very much real. Amd she was the only one who knew the killer. A large grey male with peircing yellow eyes padded towards her, face full of youth and strength. "Mother, is it true?" The male searched her tired gaze as syvne became aware of the chatter that echoed across camp. they knew of opacas death. already. She slowly nodded to her son, "Opaca walks with the ancestors now." Her gaze drifted warily to Lunae, the spirit comunicator. she didnt know if the spirits were going to make by whom her death was from known. she hoped not. or it would be her tail.
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