#monsterofinvidia

[also like he has no eyebrows]

[please if he would want to ruin it, he would sit on it.]

What IS it with that horse…

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   It had been months since the Promised Day, and their chaotic country and was finally beginning to pull itself back together until Grumman's lead. Still a few things wriggled in the back of the Major General's mind, and such things only allowed for sporadic and shallow sleeping spells lasting a few hours at the most, her mind flooding with night terrors that caused the woman to wake up in a cold sweat.

   Olivier Mira Armstrong was never a scared woman, and using such an adjective to describe her would have the speaker find a sword in their gut. And yet, these night terrors the Major General were shockingly synonymous to such an emotion. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Olivier found herself striding through one of the many halls of Briggs; cold, dark, and heartless. She felt perfectly at home in such a foreboding place. She paused though, the sound of movement from behind catching her attention, silence following immediately thereafter.