cause the truth is i'm about to lose it — p; Emma

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]When the Squire was in distress, there was one certain thing that would cease her worries; a water source that would suck the poison out of her mind that was bombarded by various comments and not only her rebelling friends were staying distant from her but various strangers and merchants were also targeting her by calling her a dog and a naive being that was manipulated. Why bearing an angel face attracted the mean people that labeled her as unintelligent and naive? Once again, the fact that she put faith in people easily with purity and seeking peace was again stained.

The albino lioness was near a cove, her paws and ankles only in touch with the welcoming tides and waves as her pinky eyes were lost under the curtains and her alabaster fur bristled with the salty air the wind brought. "Seven, please hear me, and help me through the peace." Words were as melodic as ever as she prayed to the Gods with a pure soul, isolated from the reality.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]With the sound as if her prayers had been answered, but voiced by a slightly devious soul — the albino lioness twisted her head to the Griffin's side as soon as the familiar sound matched with the face in her mind. It was Emma; whom Syrena had been ready to embrace with her loving arms but apparently, Emma hadn't been wise enough to distinguish what was right or wrong. Rebellion was the easiest choice compared to the second discussion, required patience and seek intelligence. Unfortunately, perhaps with youth, Emma had gone off the limits, even crossing the courtesy line. Instead of suggesting everyone to leave; if she wanted to avoid seeing such people — perhaps, she should be the one to leave. On the other hand, definitely not wanting to start another pointless argument and stay in the room of politeness, Syrena would ignore her barbaric comments.

Not only that, but she could also see the disdain in her eyes; a high disdain that literally made her detest the lioness. What did she do wrong to her? Yes, she had been here for only a week, perhaps, or less but when the lands had been dropped dead with the slightest of activity; she had been one to contribute and her effort paid it off. Additionally, raising her voice among the rebellions with the urge came from her loyalty; how could she be weak? She was only weak in physical combat and that was because she saw barbaric movements not lady-like or whole thing did not even suit her. Was she doing bad to believe in people? She was not shallow at least, she was not the one to turn her back. "It has been several times that I hear the same words from you, only that this time they are pointed at me." Although she preferred to stay silent before the incidents, now was the time to speak up to protect her self-worth. "It is because the life worth promise I gave when joining; serving the lands the best. Came here to kill me?" Pinky eyes following the knife and the on guard behaviors, it was only an assumption.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Honesty from such youth was enough for a slap in the face, but instead Syrena was amused about how she could be this out spoken even if her words could be enough to anger someone. Yes, Emma could have slashed her open by now, but styles differed. "I have seen killers that talked on and on and on till you begged to be killed at last or the killers that wanted to claim their superior presence over the victim." It was all true. As a sweet persona of the lands, you may not have expected brutal stories that was based on experiences, but the truth was that her family had been murdered by a psychopath that explained everything beforehand. The lioness fixed her posture a tad more to face her more, pinky eyes flickering. "I understand, no one ages the same way." She would shrug slightly, her muscles relaxing a little.

Nevertheless, her fictional eyebrows quirked with the element of surprise at her final statement. She thought that Lorina was a brutal serial killer of the innocent? Without the real act, she would not punish anyone, was she aware? "Why are you terribly scared of her?" She would ask, pinky eyes slightly larger. Yes, she was not the type to laugh at jokes or chill around, but she was not a cold hearted dictator. "She won't touch you unless you attempt to kill her in action, which you are not planning to, I at least hope. She only punishes people that harms the peace or the ranks; the furthest she can go with you is to exile. She won't haunt you down for your head." Her assurance was greater than the vague surprise in her words.

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