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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

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BACKDATED to 5/14
Brynhild

She wasn't sure if it was better or worse.

Knowing.

There was a comfort in it, and yet, she felt strangely powerless. The bull was enwrapped by the weakness of the lives that brewed within her, forced to bend to their will. They were so invisible, and yet so very fucking present. It was as if in knowing, she could sense them. The endless number of tiny little souls that had rooted within her

It was fucking weird.

And how was she supposed to continue to lead Dawnbreak like this? She could hardly move more than 30 feet without throwing up on her own feet. Fuck. Bryn? The bull hadn't yet checked in on her second since their collective return. And Bryn had not been spared from the plague's cruelty. Are ya alrigh'? Tiberii would waver, half-hitched in her own ignorance of her stupid words as she searched for Brynhild.

The bull would slow, softening her approach for a few moments.

She needed ... help ...
... as hard as it was to admit.

She needed Brynhild.

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