Selcouth||18+||Ongoing

" Dance with me death, I am ready. "

-Terry Goodkind, Stone of Tears

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She used to be a sweet girl. A girl, one but of a child. She's survived a life, killed a few too. But she has never lived one.

We all here have heard of death itself. Am I right? Well, what is that phrase referring to exactly? Is it a great deity haunting or prospering a being until their final breath? Is there a great being waiting for a lucky someone in the afterlife, split into two different lands? Or is it just like taking a really long nap that was strongly desired by the desiree? Do beings lie down stuck down to Earth, watching people walk by, but never being able to wave to them?

Aurelie didn't think much of it, but when she did do it, she felt bliss, but that was soon ruined by the everlasting fact that she didn't die 'peacefully.' Instead, she was ruined by the fact she woke up in a very unsettling place.

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Rylan welcomed the fact that his ancestors shared his blood. He accepted the fact that five generations before him, that one singular woman created this hell that everyone would freeze over Nascent. The full name was Nascent Morimur, but apparently, it sounded more like a phrase than a kingdom. Only a certain few, and certain deaths would be able to witness themselves

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Aurelie kept secrets. Lots of them. Rylan kept his soul locked away--for the better or worse? He didn't know. So why is it? Why did he want to know the beautiful girl who refused to talk or eat nothing but bread for a week? Why was he so mesmerized by her beautiful lips and unique eyes that held more answers than any words her plump lips could answer. She was a storm. He was an earthquake. Step into a storm, and the life you held looked after will be ruined. An latter is unstable and rash, not having a clue of what it might be doing to other people. Combine the two? You have a fucking war.