A Darkness Found Lurking

A Darkness Found Lurking

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As I felt the emptiness close in on me, I chose to tend to the darkness lurking around me. I drew on it, I coaxed it into me to fill in the gaps of my soul left gaping by my wolf. I could feel it tainting me, turning my mind into a swirling mess of hate and deceit. My soul seemed to battle it for a moment, though so fleeting I cannot even be sure. It ebbed away from the darkness, tentatively peeking through its lashes at it, it smiled then, my soul smiled. It was a dark thing to witness, it took to the darkness in an almost flirtatious matter, swirling its energy as it approached, allowing it to become one with the darkness. It was unlike the feeling when my mind was taken, it was entirely different. My intent on the world itself was shifting, my fate unfurling before me and changing to become something new entirely, something grim.
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──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

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