Any sound can shake the air - my voice shakes the heart.
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Her light had been snuffed out. What once was good, was good no longer. The inner turmoil that had raged war inside of her for most of her life had won out; Miya had succumbed to that which she had feared most. That which her saviour, her knight, had saved her from. But he had gone, just as she had, and she was saved no longer. A darkness had taken hold within her breast at last, and grew with each breath she drew in. The burnt sienna that used to mar her silver gaze only slightly was much thicker now, taking up more than half her iris. There was a good portion of silver left, but it too, as the good, was dwindling. It had taken her home, taken her family from her- devoured them from the inside out, and she had been the only one to survive. Some miracle of infection spreading within the womb while she still occupied it, but seemingly overcoming it, beating it. But it was not so, not at all. It was only buried, buried only to come alive with time.
Perhaps it had been him, the black and white splotched venom eyed demon that had been her ultimate trigger. Their dance together, their interactions, their sins. It had all been very well and dramatic, fanciful to her taste- but something within her had shifted, thanks to that venom boy. But she did not resent him. She actually found herself fond of him, mentally reminding herself to check in on him, sometime. But for now, for the time being, she was headed in one direction, and once direction only; Munashii Gekko. The place she had met Kong, the place she had returned to after he had gone on his way- the only true home she had ever known since that one from so long ago. But one could hardly even consider that a home, really. Her memories were vague, even more so now, but snippets of a guardian figure still slipped through at times. If only she could remember fully, but, at this point- she couldn't care enough to even try.
Once again, the pack is under new reign. Her dark lip curls up in distaste at the cologne now hanging heavy upon the borders of the territory. How many times shall supremecy change paws until there is one and only? But Miya has yet to even lay her exotic gaze upon said beast, and so she would refrain from making any judgement until then. She wondered vaguely if any other wolves remained- if Devil was still around, or that little pup she had met a long time ago- Jersey. Or that Totoro gal. Any of them. Volbeat was obviously long gone, but that was no longer a concern. A new King was in his stead, as per usual, and that was who she would have to answer to. If answer she would. No sing song voice came from her, no song to lament her arrival or call others to her. No- she was never one to draw uneeded attention. And so she simply stood, her lithe, grey silver frame almost upon that precious border, in a mixed state of ease in the presence of her old home, and weary due to the new scents and obviously new faces. She waited, as was her way, for those that would come to her.
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