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lasthungrywolf - sleeping loudmouth
Jul. 27th, 2024 08:42 amourhometown[She just wanted to get back home.
She has no idea how long it's been, how far she went after she parted ways with her war buddies, but the last thing on her mind was, well, anything else. It's a simple desire that never really got to be fulfilled, really. After being so far gone from it, all she wants is to be where she belonged. Even if it's all in ruins, even if it's completely changed from those days, there still has to be something there for her to come back to, right? She can't have come all this way for nothing. There's no way.
...well, she's been walking for long enough, in any case. There's no harm in sleeping the lingering exhaustion off, is there?
Red Hood has no idea where she is right now -- the streets all start looking the same once you've walked far enough on an empty stomach. But maybe that comfy bench over there'll do. Her radio battery's still got some kick in it, so maybe she can fall asleep to the dulcet tones of her favorite jams in the meantime. She lies down on it, puts up her legs, puts both hands behind her head...
And starts snoring obnoxiously loudly.
Pray for the poor souls that have to put up with this nonsense.]
She has no idea how long it's been, how far she went after she parted ways with her war buddies, but the last thing on her mind was, well, anything else. It's a simple desire that never really got to be fulfilled, really. After being so far gone from it, all she wants is to be where she belonged. Even if it's all in ruins, even if it's completely changed from those days, there still has to be something there for her to come back to, right? She can't have come all this way for nothing. There's no way.
...well, she's been walking for long enough, in any case. There's no harm in sleeping the lingering exhaustion off, is there?
Red Hood has no idea where she is right now -- the streets all start looking the same once you've walked far enough on an empty stomach. But maybe that comfy bench over there'll do. Her radio battery's still got some kick in it, so maybe she can fall asleep to the dulcet tones of her favorite jams in the meantime. She lies down on it, puts up her legs, puts both hands behind her head...
And starts snoring obnoxiously loudly.
Pray for the poor souls that have to put up with this nonsense.]
In Broken Land, Forgiveness
Nov. 25th, 2023 12:02 pmtaintedbelief[How long had it been since his fall to the dark?
She didn't know, and she couldn't tell. The sun no longer rose, nor did it sink into the horizon as it once did, nor, to begin with, could she truly rest. Shame and regret only strengthened in untold time since then. And yet, with heroes drawn from time future and past did she see hope, a chance that he would be freed. That they would all be freed. To void, then, would they all be cast? Or would suffering be buried at last?
Time marched on. And with it, her mind undone by pain unrelenting.
Only when burdens seemed released, when shackles upon spirit were broken, did she finally feel relief, and even then, but a shred. But... what of him? Would that she could see his face, unburdened by hate...
She walks onward. Her feet, phantasmal they may be, take their first steps.]
She didn't know, and she couldn't tell. The sun no longer rose, nor did it sink into the horizon as it once did, nor, to begin with, could she truly rest. Shame and regret only strengthened in untold time since then. And yet, with heroes drawn from time future and past did she see hope, a chance that he would be freed. That they would all be freed. To void, then, would they all be cast? Or would suffering be buried at last?
Time marched on. And with it, her mind undone by pain unrelenting.
Only when burdens seemed released, when shackles upon spirit were broken, did she finally feel relief, and even then, but a shred. But... what of him? Would that she could see his face, unburdened by hate...
She walks onward. Her feet, phantasmal they may be, take their first steps.]
