bury me in your memory . joining

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This is not your grave,
but you are welcome in it

if they were a thing of wild and ancient auras, then silent, much like in form, could be said to be a total opposite.

For ancient he was but he was not of a fae sort, rather a perversion on life, death and any natural order itself - an affront to the living and the dead with a heavy tread of dread

And an aura like an oily, rotting shadow wearing too many carcasses to count,

There was a kind of abject amusement to be had perhaps in just how much said approaching shadow dwarfed it’s ‘fellow’ pittian - nay to say, fairly loomed in its eerie quiet way watching the stranger with pits where it’s eyes would be

Aine had already spoken, so it was silent as the grave.

It only watched and waited.

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TAGS - ??? [9FT MYTH] - PITT - ART IS MINE

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