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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ˚ ༘♡ ༊*·˚ GODS & MONSTERS ▬▬▬ i. wolf moon -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
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MOONLIGHT SPILLED ACROSS THE SLENDER FRAME OF AURORA FAIRCHILD AS SHE LAID IN HER BED. Stars danced in her periphery and it was as if shadows were closing in on her. It was feeling as if death bleed into her mouth and she notices a moment later, the coppery taste of blood from her lip being split open from her teeth biting at them. She thinks of screaming, guttural and raw, blood goes flying, blades are clashing and she sees demigods falling all around.
Warriors, children, tragedy, and death. So much death it was like it was still clawing at her.
Moving like she was trapped in molasses, Aurora turns to stare out the window. In the nighttime serenity, the world is blanketed in a silvery light. In the condensation that builds up on her window, she draws a simple heart and with her other hand, plays with the consolation prize for winning a war, a new camp bead carved with names of all those she's lost and her heart burns. Her throat feels raw with choked mourning.
She hears a distant scream, and while she's no longer at camp, being home does nothing to get rid of her natural born instincts. She stands in the stance of a fighter, slipping her new weapon, a sharp pointed celestial bronze blade with a hilt designed in greek symbols, from underneath her pillow into her hand.
