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halfbrokenwings) wrote2011-10-21 12:58 pm
halfbrokenwings) wrote2011-10-21 12:58 pm
009[Audio]
[The sound of barely contained distress is coming from the journal. She was disturbed before, with all the faces of people she knew at the orphanage and the faces of the two friends she had left behind being snatched from here but, this? She could not handle this. She is in her room in the farthest corner, huddled against the wall with her wings wrapped as much as they could around her.
She pleads perhaps to the absent Lord, or to anyone that can hear her.]
P-please. Make it stop. Make it stop. Th-they won't stop whispering, th-threatening. Please. Please.
[Before the audio cuts out you can hear her sobbing. She is literally scared to tears.]
She pleads perhaps to the absent Lord, or to anyone that can hear her.]
P-please. Make it stop. Make it stop. Th-they won't stop whispering, th-threatening. Please. Please.
[Before the audio cuts out you can hear her sobbing. She is literally scared to tears.]