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Posted on September 11, 2013 at 00:27:52 AM by salem
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She just got hurt a lot. It wasn’t really something she concerned herself with all that once. The creature didn’t know what she’d been through… Salem was sick of being let down. Everyone left. They always left, and she was always the only one left. Jaye and Weylin were dead. Selene had left. Pan had disappeared. Makism had gone off, Tarquin had up and kicked the bucket, Brutus and d’Mani hadn’t shown face or tail or whatever. Everchime had gone, Sinopa, Kiska… they were nowhere. Salem was here. That’s what made it so bad… Salem was still here. She was waiting on someone that was worth coming back. She was waiting on someone to remind her that everything was being okay. In so many ways she was still so much a child at four. A little fucking comfort in someone not up and leaving would have been nice. Tobias was a different issue. She didn’t want him around, he didn’t want to be around, and that was what made all the difference in the world. Salem was used to not being wanted, it was nothing new. There was nothing new about this arrangement. She was, after all, nothing special. If anything had been made clear to her since the sky fell, it was that. She’d made it on some fluke, and it left her without anything to really live for. Fate would remind her of that over and over and over again. “They never intend to fail, that’s the thing.” And maybe it sounds pessimistic. Salem knows exactly how it sounds, and exactly what she means when she speaks. It’s the same way it’s always been with the alphas. She wouldn’t dare sit up and tell them she’d do a better job—she doesn’t know a damn thing about leading. All Salem knows is how not to move on. Maybe that’s what sets her behind the eight ball. If she really wanted a stable environment then she’d have found somewhere else. She’d have found somewhere that wasn’t always changing hands, always a new leader dropped off on their doorstep. She just wanted Glorall. “Salem.” The creature says the world plainly. It’s a plain word, really, that had become her name. She didn’t have a reason for it. She didn’t have anything to say that it meant something or that it was really anything other than a passing thought from parents who thought she was a freak. The ghost didn’t know and didn’t care. Maybe that was where she ran into problems… she just didn’t care. She didn’t care anymore. She was done trying. That was where the things in her world came into play—she was over it. It was like not having a reason to be anymore. That was exactly what this was. “You can come sit but… I don’t really have anything to say.” She didn’t. Salem didn’t have any brags for herself, anything that would appeal to the man in any way, shape, or form. The creature was fast, but not as fast as Seven had been. The creature was smart, but not nearly as smart as Pan was. She wasn’t as funny as Brutus had been, or as strategically inclined as Weylin was. She was agile, but not as agile as Selene. The creature didn’t have anything to set her apart from anyone else. All the creature really knew was that she was here. She was the one that hadn’t left, and it wasn’t even loyalty to anyone that kept her. It wasn’t even loyalty to herself. It was loyalty to the land. She was just sick of being alone. my name is blue canary |
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- into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 11, 2013 at 12:50:25 PM
my name is blue canary - By salem September 11, 2013 at 08:56:21 PM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 13, 2013 at 04:36:42 AM
my name is blue canary - By salem September 18, 2013 at 01:56:24 AM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T September 19, 2013 at 03:18:04 PM
my name is blue canary - By salem October 1, 2013 at 03:02:24 AM
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