I know the power that females have. They have the power to create and eye I would be able to create for him. I am not sure what to do after they are created, I just know the possibilities. I know I can help someone, at least, I think, I am not sure. I am never quite sure. Sometimes Obsidian calls for his blood, calls him unworthy, and Lillith will laugh like she always laughs, but I am still me, they are not me, and I still think on my own.

It is the cold of winter and the snow was at it again. I find myself exploring, my black paws crushing snow as I move along the river with my nose to the ground. I am always searching, even if I do not know what I may be searching for. My yellow eyes blink as I stop in my tracks, a certain scent causing me to freeze like a statue of black among all of the white.

It is him. I lift my head from sniffing the ground, and I shake my head before heading right towards him. I see him now coming into view, drinking from the cold water. Even without eyes that work, it appears he can still somewhat get around. I ponder on this as I approach him, observing as I keep the whispers in my ears at bay for now.

I march up to him, making plenty of noise and making myself rather apparent. No eyes but he has ears, yes, ears. I then say, ”You are far from Glorall, yes, far, why so far?” I ask, my head tilting as I observe him. So many reasons he is being risky without eyes. I cannot imagine, life without eyes. It is certainly a different life, a different pain, a different void than that of losing imprint, but still a life of challenge, now...if only I can get those eyes for him that work.



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