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Amaranth · 6 years (4/1/2019)

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Nate +/- Ko-Ga
Set just before this thread.

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Valeska would not speak to her.

It was an unfamiliar sensation. The cold that lingered between the pair was ... unnatural. It was something Amaranth could not process readily, and something that drove her ever closer to feral madness. It drove her to a state of restlessness, and yet she could not walk, for her ankles were injured. It drove her to a state of disarray, a state that matched the patchy, regrowing fur along her burned face.

Of course, what she had done would be considered by most a feral action within itself ... but if they only stopped to look and think, then perhaps the average onlooker could have seen the education behind the madness.

The plague had taken Valeska's tail, after all.

And what would have come next ...
... well that was unimaginable.

And yet Amaranth suffered the consequence ... all the while still bathed in the blue light of the flame that had both blessed and cursed the pair. Even in the dim light of the afternoon, Amaranth could see it. She could feel the way the flames ushered life ever-closer, offering a purge for anyone affected by the world's ill effects.

Despite this, the obvious flame ...
... no one could see the good in what she had done.

And so she continued to wander, mindlessly limping and aiming to collect more pointless gifts to leave Valeksa's doorstep. She would have to forgive Amaranth eventually ... right?

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