king for a day

Roscorro

What was wrong with him? Did everyone have such vicious voices in their head that sought to degrade, destroy, and manipulate? Did it inject terrible scenes of the forest around you burning, the blood of your friend's on their pelt into their dreams? If everyone did has such a voice within them, how did they stop it? How did they go about killing the vicious hiss that whispered and wailed in the back of their skull? Or was he the only one that seemed to have another presence within his soul that sought to tear down who he was and leave him empty inside?

It terrified him. He drew closer to his piece of hope, letting its comfort wash over him. At Kiada's touch he turned, offering a smile though it was a struggle.
"Take care of yourself, Kiada." He said, the warmth entering his voice once more.
"Until we meet again." He turned and plodded away solemnly, his massive form soon swallowed by the vegetation.


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@Kiada <33

Any time! I love threading these two together!