Virtual world after Au2- The Ashen Dusk

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Thunder. The soft patter of rain. Small sounds. Short and quick. Who knew how much fear they caused me. How much pain they meant to me. Every drop is a scale, plucked off one by one. Every roar of thunder sears my very soul. I feel wilder and freer under it. It hurts to be under it. It is wild and raging. It is tame and soothing. I am wilder than I should be and filled to the brim with controlled rage and pain. Yet I am not at all soothing. The crack of lightning is what caused it. A wild, un-tamed feeling is what caused it. I caused it. I cannot be broken, like a horse can. I cannot be tame. I'm filled with this dark, pitch black, gooey wildness, more than I should be. I messed up. The price was this current fear. Pain. Suffering. B e t r a y a l. ____________________________________________ {Lily} I sit. Most call it curling. I call it siting. it is the closest I can get to siting. I look at Bloodmoon, the werewolf that is triggered by fear. She sleeps, seeming calm and peaceful. I know by her large ears and long claws she is not. I understand in snippets what she smells and hears. Growling. Ichor. Guilt. Sadness. Fear. B e t r a y a l. That's all this place is anymore. A hole where you can only feel fear. Pain. Suffering. Shadows. The sets of twins are beside each other, the only one awake being Raven. Brian is in his own corner. I do not have a corner. I have corners. I'm small and flexible enough to get into the cracks and wedges. I'm small enough to get into the wedge. The one small hole that connects to wherever I want it to. I take it up, feeling the cold metal on my scales. A floor. Firey Reds. Deep Greens. Gifts. Joy. That's what it was. now it's all shadows. D3ath. Greif B e t r a y a l. I can hear it better. The harsh yet soothing crack. The taping and dripping. It burns knowing what was done here. I come here a lot. He found me here a week ago. He gave me stories from before this mess. Stories of glamour. Shining. Perfectness. I told him my stories of before. That of Pain. Fear. Straps of leather. An unbreaking chain tied to my neck. An intense heat. Blackness. We both shared two things. Two different ways, yet so similar. Too much blackness in and on us. It encloses both of us in darkness. We now share Pain. Hatred. Guilt. Fear. B e t r a y a l. He did not come today. I understand. That's what no one does anymore. That's what brought this place to how it is. Not understanding. The flower didn't know. No one would have known I was there. I know why he did it. I understand. Love is fragile. It dissipates like an ember, until you feed it. It makes us do things we shouldn't. His love was broken. He didn't understand. His love never came from her. He didn't understand that she was filled with hatred. Greed. Darkness. B e t r a y a l. Bloodmoon and the twins went back out to get more supplies. We have plenty. We only get them out of eagerness. Fear. We know something is likely to come. We don't know what. Everything's a spark, dancing in the air till it touches the ground. Then there's heat. burning. Recent storms have passed. They take my comfort. My soothing. What the storm didn't take was my pain. Fear. Hatred. Guilt. The knowledge of what being useful may come to: B e t r a y a l. Life after death. A small and unique concept. I do not have many reasons to have it. Life for us was a life of sitting in a hole. The only one whose found something to do is Brian. Then again, he isn't exactly entertained. 'Not enough diversity in the test subjects' he always complains. I kept us feed. Whatever creatures I can find, me and Bloodmoon can manage to eat un-cooked. Brian, as we have learned, eats his own skin. I don't know how or why, but he does. Dove and Raven are an entirely different story. They are the only ones who had contact with their counterparts. They managed to bring us some actual food occasionally. I know what Bloodmoon has always felt. When the twins come, but without any thought of her counterpart. Sadness. Loneliness. Hurt. B e t r a y a l. More food, more lasting items. What we need. Most times I wish that we had one of the baking toons with us. All we know is that the strawberry's gone, and I know the more colorful roll one was one of the ornaments victims. I don't know what happened to the other one, but I know she doesn't cook the greatest. I wonder if she knows what the ornament did. I wonder if the ornament ever felt sadness. Guilt. Fear. I know she felt the pain. B e t r a y a l. Navigation Is one of the things I was always good at. I would crawl through paths I have mapped myself and occasionally find small things. I had found a small toy. It was stained badly, but I could tell it was the toy most of the arcades have. It was the striped fish toy. I know the toon it belongs to is twisted, I saw him dragging himself out of the elevator on one of the floors. How does he even use one? I guess due to dragging himself his arms are able to pull himself up to places.