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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
Charon is young - in any other group, she would just now be considered of the age for an apprenticeship. But not here, in this cutthroat group, where blood decorations are as plentiful as paint. She stretched her paws into the darkness of the world almost two months ago, and she hardly recoiled from the nastiness she found. Six months old, and she already feels entitled to a place at her Queen's side; if not as the crown princess, then at least as a favorite daughter.
The mutated cheetah brushes her fur against Aloy's, noticing her younger brother's shiver and instinctively supporting him. "Mother is just addressing the masses, nothing to worry about," she whispers to him, her voice soft and muzzle almost pressed against his ear as she spoke. Though she loves her family, she strongly dislikes showing her compassionate side in a public setting. She is far more comfortable playing the haughty princess with limited emotional expression.
The mutated cheetah brushes her fur against Aloy's, noticing her younger brother's shiver and instinctively supporting him. "Mother is just addressing the masses, nothing to worry about," she whispers to him, her voice soft and muzzle almost pressed against his ear as she spoke. Though she loves her family, she strongly dislikes showing her compassionate side in a public setting. She is far more comfortable playing the haughty princess with limited emotional expression.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM