Scint River
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VARUNA
Dead? Your concept of death is limited to the squishing of tiny bugs, or grass bent underfoot. Dead? Is your mother dead? The thought passes like a pinprick, so far removed from the gravity of it in your youthful ignorance. Your ears twitch without understanding and you gaze around at the gathering group of bodies with a thousand yard stare. Then that great big shadow shows up again. This time, he seems to have shrunk (actually, you've just grown since you saw him). He presses his muzzle into you and your ears press back. But he his big and imposing and you obey when he tries to pacify you. You hope to be great and big like him some day, so he must be right. Your little legs move under you as he guides you away from the strange bonelights, your cheeks still wet with tears but the well now run dry. You fall silent, looking around at the gathering spectators with a million thoughts thoughts swarming behind your mismatched eyes. and calm your heart, the dark is still the dark |
@Volterra @Otem
