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   Goldy Lionheart | February 9, 2012 - 01:27 PM

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   She felt her breath heave in and out. The tears frozen now on her cheeks. She was so cold. So very, very cold. She watched through eyes that blurred, the crows littering around her.
   Her fingers felt numb.
   She closed her eyes. "Stupid Kestrel, weak. worthless. Can't even feed yourself. You have no honor." the words reverberating in her head. "No honor, not allowed." she choked a little, ducking her tiny head into her arms once more. If only the stupid mocking crow wasn't there. She knew, above all, who those words came from.

   "Worthless. Unwanted. Malformed. Not-Beautiful. Scarred. Imperfect. Malignent. Tumor. Sick." the words kept being thrown into her mind, one after the other. The more words that came the more the fae broke under them. The crow was pacing back in forth in front of her blurry eyes. As if were getting into the words it shouted into her mind. "They kicked you out. Your disgusting." it was layer upon layer of emotional attack, everything that she had ever thought about herself, thrown into her mind.

   Her despair heightened, became pain. Cold pain flicked at her, the sound of battle in her ears. The lives she had taken showing before her eyes. The eyes of the families that she had imagined those women and men had.

   The deal was simple.

   Survive.

   She brought up in her mind's eye the concern, the warmth she felt from them. Those that accepted her, her head tilts down, and she tries to focus upon that, and that alone.
   Victoria's face, Kev's face, Leigh's face. But it was Saerrn's face that swam before her own more often than not. She swore once or more in her delerium that she had heard Saerrn's voice in her head.

   The hours ticked past, the rage of the crow growing, increasing. Her shouted words becoming harsher, more cruel. Her hatred showing more and more. One hour, two hours. They swept past before her, she heard movements below her, felt the crows jabbing at her flesh.

   She felt night come, and hope flourished, sweet and hard. The crow was silent now, furious. Glaring at her. She could hear her heart in her ears, thumping, racing along. It pounded through her, stole at her skin.

   Then she felt it, cold, marble hands against hers. Sliding. "You have earned your reward Kestrel Twoblades de Lionheart. I keep my word as well. You are free of me..entirely free of me. All of my bond is gone. You may not call on me again. Not for magic, not for prayer. I will leave the Clan Family of the BlackRose Alone, cause them no harm or good." Māra Rīganī, The Morrígan. Leaned down, she felt the brush of empty lips upon her cheek.

   "Your dying little one. Thou, Because I'm right."

   Those words echo around her, reverberating into the mostly frozen form.
   Dimly, she becomes aware of the crow flying away. Through her blurry gaze, she remains where she is, too weak to move, too frozen.
   Only enough magic of her own to keep her core inside of her body. So weak now she could not even reach for the bond. She could feel it through the burning icy cold.

   She closed her eyes, and hoped, hope against hope..that The Morrígan was wrong. For that was all that she had now.

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