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Piece i did to follow the rp:
Master of DeathHertha
The days had gone slower and slower, as the female had completely lost it, she was crying herself to sleep, self blaming herself at dawn's, and now, she just wanted an end.
But one thing she didn't want to, was to never see her children, ever again. It was like a engraved scar inside her, something she had brought to this world, was gone.
The female trotted quickly through the den site, trying to avoid all contact whilst she went to a small pond to drink, she didn't want to talk to anyone, neither had she expect for Alistair.
She had hid herself either in the den or the forest, as she dipped her head down.
It couldn't get worse now, could it? Now then, it could go wrong in many ways, but the end wasn't a bright one this time, it was probably only one way, that was an end. The one thing she had wished for the most, but now had developed a small fear of, why she didn't know, but it had been days since she had talked to Alistair, maybe he hadn't said anything?
Alaric
It was just hi
And the upcoming Sioux plot.
Song to follow art
Alaric & Art (c) me
Hertha (c) Citixa