♚You wouldn't leave now... would you?

     How utterly rude she thought to herself. Her short muzzle scrunching up a bit, annoyed at the remark they made. She might of been a bit more worn and torn since last they met, but still. He was the last monster she expected to hear those words from.

“Is that SO…”

“Right you are, my child.”

     The cool summer night breeze that would graze her white fur here and again. It  filled her with nostalgia, a bitter-sweetness of the days long gone to her now, but still… Had it really been so long since she last saw the night sky in all it’s majesty? She sighed softly into the summer night, almost completely forgetting where she was.

“You know… No matter how dark things seem to get. They always shine on despite it all… kinda like… you, deary hehe.”

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(Accepting)

     Human… That’s what she called them. Their fallen child from surface world above. The very one and the same they took in as their own. As if they shared anything in common with the filth that killed their son. The audacity of this woman he called his queen.. No, no, no he knew deep inside his pain twisted heart, that war was right path… the only path now. 

“Enough!”

“No more will we speak of this. I’ve already made up my mind!”

     He snapped, leaving to clear his head. It was so frustrating not being able to do a damn thing about the hurt in he felt inside. The burning in his veins that screamed out for revenge. Yet there was nothing he could do about it. Their son’s killers would rest easy tonight, as an entire kingdom grieved. It was enough to make him sick.

He found his way to the barrier. There freedom and revenge was so close, yet so far away from his grasp.

“Damn them all. First our freedom, and n-now-now our only children. They took everything… EVERYTHING! What I am to do… hmm?! To whom do I turn to with all this anger?! ALL THIS HATE!?”

The beast yelled, striking the barrier over and over with all his might to no avail. Finally he fell to his knees, tired and his fist bloodied.

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(Accepting)

     His golden mane shined brilliantly in the light. There he stood, watering his vast garden of golden flowers. The steady stream of water pouring down from his watering-can in hand. The sweet aroma carried in the wind from an open window near by. It was just like any other beautiful summer day…

It was almost enough to forget all his troubles.

“Another nice day today, just like yesterday, and the day before that… hmm, and the day before that.”

     He sighed, continuing to water his flowers. ‘The King of the Mountain’ they called him, yet why did he feel like a lowly pebble. Sure, his people were full of hope once more, but his dwindled down. All he could do was keep up the charade, and hope that no one would ever fall down below again. If only he could be so lucky.

The door behind him gently swung open. He wasn’t expecting anyone today…

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“If you go away, on this summer day    Then you might as well, take the sun away     All the birds that flew, in the summer sky      When our love was new, and our hearts were high       When the day was young, and the night was long        And the moon stood still for the night-bird's song          If you go away.                                 if you go away                                                         if you go away.“

Peer into my muse’s memories : 💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty 

(not accepting)

    All living things leave something behind after they’re long gone. A fading set of foot prints in the snow or dirt, an old knick-knack perhaps… Maybe even a soul, but at the very least, a memory for those who knew them. The same could be said about every fallen child that had ever crossed the woeful caretaker.

     She would find herself collecting whatever useless little things they might of abandoned when they left. It was her very own collection of guilt and regret. For all she cared, not once could she muster the strength to follow and keep them safe. She would constantly lie to herself, that they made it or found a way to survive, but deep down she knew the sad truth.

They were gone forever and she was to partly to blame.

“The next one, I-I’ll save the next one… I’ll k-keep them here, n-nice and ssafe…”

“That’s what a good m-mother would do.”

Peer into my muse’s memories:  A memory about their significant other

     A prideful young beast, ready and willing to prove himself to his enemies. His people saw an undying flame that would lead monster-kind to new beginnings. His word was indisputable and his will, unshakeable. Friend or foe, they all respected and feared him rightfully so. None but her saw him past the crown and claws for whom he was.

    The sweetness in his voice that would stir her heart with every word he whispered into her waiting ear. The cool nights they would spend together, looking upon the heavens above in all their splendor. Even after losing the surface. When all seemed bleak, she could still find comfort in him. Even when starring at the shining stones above the cavern ceiling as if they were stars.