03-25-2021, 05:27 PM
@Crux
Sybil felt like all had been lost, as days became weeks, and weeks became months, and all that was left was but a shadow who she once was. Those who once adored her now left, and the one who took her in paid attention elsewhere. Though the one to cause it all? Gone in the wind, a sentencing to begone from the order. A grand protector, one where the mother adored so, but perhaps was harder upon then others. Though she knew, that a parent will always love her child. The calico wolf was just a pebble thrown into her path to success.
She didn't hold resentment in her role, and served the Order with care and determination. Even now with the loss of her legs, broken and torn, unhealable by the best herbalists, she couldn't find it in her heart to hold bitterness against @Kei. Rather then bitterness, she turned to a life of desolate sorrow for herself, but a broken doll without use, forgotten and tossed. Her adoptive mother didn't throw her away though, and did care despite the loss of usefulness.. But Sybil couldn't handle being but a burden, and thought to rotten away far from them all.
Yet, when she woke up, she was in unfamiliar grounds, no scent of the Order, or the Syndicate, and only covered by the red leaves. It grew harder to move, as the adjustment to live without usable legs grew.. But a surprise came to be when Sybil rose up, that her once crippled form was in it's form once more. Grand as she once was, her form went up in ease, legs stretching behind like a cat in the sun. She couldn't help but bleed in tears, constantly running and realizing what had happened.
She was healed.
Faster, did she urge, onward, did she say to herself. Legs bounding through the forest, leaving a carpet in it's travel of the red leaves from the eternally autumn forest.
She didn't hold resentment in her role, and served the Order with care and determination. Even now with the loss of her legs, broken and torn, unhealable by the best herbalists, she couldn't find it in her heart to hold bitterness against @Kei. Rather then bitterness, she turned to a life of desolate sorrow for herself, but a broken doll without use, forgotten and tossed. Her adoptive mother didn't throw her away though, and did care despite the loss of usefulness.. But Sybil couldn't handle being but a burden, and thought to rotten away far from them all.
Yet, when she woke up, she was in unfamiliar grounds, no scent of the Order, or the Syndicate, and only covered by the red leaves. It grew harder to move, as the adjustment to live without usable legs grew.. But a surprise came to be when Sybil rose up, that her once crippled form was in it's form once more. Grand as she once was, her form went up in ease, legs stretching behind like a cat in the sun. She couldn't help but bleed in tears, constantly running and realizing what had happened.
She was healed.
Faster, did she urge, onward, did she say to herself. Legs bounding through the forest, leaving a carpet in it's travel of the red leaves from the eternally autumn forest.
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