anubis [★] you were always singing along

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— kiira | tanglewood | medic —

A strange short of calm washed over the vixen as the Egyptian spoke.  Perhaps one may call it eerie as her dancing hues settled, staring ahead into the dark eyes of the wolf but not quite there.  Unfocused.  The gears in her mind turning.  Pages turning and words carefully recorded, written down and stored.  Cynthia.

Her lips thinned to a straight line, a gentle crease forming in her brow.  White paws shifted, closing her book.  Feelings. W̕͢͢hą̀͟t̸͡'̸͢s͠ ̷t͏́͠h̶̷̨e ̢͡use̛͠ ҉͏̧i̴̡ń̛͘ ͝fe̕el͟͢i̛n̢g̢͞?̵̧͟ The swell of panic and trepidation slowly melted away like freshly fallen snow, dissolving into nothingness.  Bizarre tranquility despite a sudden chaos within heart and soul, locked deep in her mind, trying to put pieces together. "… I-I... Think I un-understand."

"… I sh-shouldn't exist." Sharp the realization pierces her thoughts, a razor made of sheer ice.  T̢͞h͟i̕s ̶̡is̴ ͜ẃr͢͟o̕͢ng͝.͟͡ T͏͞hi̧s̕͟ i͞s͢n̵͜'̷t̡͝ ̷͞ŗ̷̛i͝g҉h͠t͠͠. "… W-what... Drove her... T-This far?" Cynthia. The name belonged to all those strange memories... Strange thoughts and familiar feelings... The name belonged to... Someone she used to be... Or be apart of... W̛͢͠h̛͞y?̷̢̡

"[color=slateblue]… W-what happened... T-to her? Af-after?" Just how much do you know? "An-and me..." This is n̵̶e̕v̸̵e̸r̷̴̀ going to s̢̧͠t̸͡o̴͝͠p͟, is it? "M-my so-soul and bo-body... Sh-shouldn't exist... T-there's no f-fix for this."

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