A lost soul

Sleep, the blessed state of the soul that dissconnects one from senses and struggles. Without nightmares, peaceful.Lonely and heavy.The only escape that is left. 

Always around Her presence seemed to chill the air, sending shivers down ones spine. Always around, like a devil turned into a guardian angel.

She cares for all of us.

Once was a wolf king "It appeared that he was the only one with some brain in that wolf den and surprisingly a lot of kindness in his soul towards us. Sadly only strength matters among their kind and I was there to see his fall. Unclean and unfair. Maybe he will get his throne back next time I show up there?"

Sometimes even demons need their soft moments, sometimes even the toughest warriors show that soft side with just a little smooch.

Every soul lingers for its sacred taste, but for some even the Fruit itself is not enough to heal ...

Yashka "No, she wasn't known for being just The Eagle's love interest no matter how much the other souls have been admiring or envying that fact. The Ink Girl sure hand was bringing souls from all ends of this gloomy wasteland to adorn their pale bodies with spirit-fitting and most trending markings."

They told me to never look in their eyes, I blindly obeyed the rule to the moment I've realized... There always seemed to be another world behind hers.

Igur "Everyone remembered the white scarf of The Eagle, and the smirk that never leaved his face. No one questioned the effect that all the fights have brought upon the charming warrior."

The odd-winged-one that carried on the duty of the Eagle, equally skilled... Or one could even argue that the swift cuts of his blade were even more precise, always delivered with what seemed to be the coldest hate one could keep in their soul. Yet he always greeted fellow hunters with a smile - most likely trying to keep up to what Eagle got them used to. The joyful nature was just a mask that disappeared the moment no eye reached him -miserable and broken inside with no hope left to cure the broken spirit.

What? Your cat never wants some snacks in the middle of the night?

Every soul born anew is sure to be noted by her quill.

And the fallen of both kinds.

Painting regular grapes and oranges would obviously be too boring for me.

-You two are surely the most reckless souls the desert has ever seen.- Yash answered with a heartwarming smile.