DRAGON'S HEART ; return

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XVIII - THE MOON

a monument dreams and fantasies come to life, the representation of instincts often left suppressed and a knock into our subconscious.  Virgil of the pitt is a study in beauty: a perfect understanding of that which terrifies you, a perfect picturesque of horror and delight

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A great deal of effort went into waking, shuddering breaths stuttered between the chill that etched even in the desert now. Winter was in full swing: a great time of dying and renewal. Wrigley things sink deeper into the earth and even the few things that cannot handle the frigid would simply fly away to warmer places.

Virgil... didn't know Trygrve. She knew of the creature- similarly that she knew of a few people. The runt kept mostly to herself, even now as she dwelled into the same lands- and it seemed like he too kept to himself- kept his secrets. Yet the hearty return she found herself in front of couldn't be misplaced. He had been gone, for quite a while it would seem.

"You're injured." they spoke up, walking closer to the pair, she noticed it in the other's walk. A limp even from a distance, yet as she neared closer there was also small scrapes, holes along the other's wings from what she could see of it. There was a worry, and virgil cocked her head towards trygrve instead of meeting their eyes. Sickly eyes looking on. "must be quite the story you have, hm?"