kickakat
when is a monster not a monster?
oh, when you love it.
oh, when you sing it to sleep.
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The cold wind slaps my face and whips my hair around, but I don't feel anything. I never have.
He has always kept me protected, and he will never fail.
I watch the flames dance, speaking in their own language. It devours the sticks, licking at the oxygen above it.
I wonder what it would be like to be consumed by it's flame. Burning, having no control as it sucks the life out of you.
Such a wonderful feeling, I think. Not having to deal with anything else. Finally letting death sweep you away, into the boundless eternity of death.
Free.
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Cassia has lived her life being treated like a monster - because she has one living inside of her.
On the run from anyone who might hurt her, she runs right into the general of Trolanth, a dominating empire and palace that has been tracking her for years. Ruled by a mysterious king, or 'alpha', she doesn't trust anyone. She is brought to the palace, where she has to face her past and let people in.
Traumatized and terrified, she has to push forward. Or else she might be swallowed by the beast inside of her.