Anyone;

[Shiya]

Deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of

She walks into the valley of death with frigid stoicism. They are crumpling in pain, screaming in agony, and silently dying. Blood is splattered across the leaves, evidence of Beqanna’s suffering. A look of contempt crosses her face, her lip curling in distaste. Sick things they are, but she walks without fear among them, her barrel heavy with child. The safe lands are not a necessity, but a luxury at this time. While she played a small part in this chaos, it at least paid off and she cannot be touched.

She is strong. The others are weak.
Perhaps this will thin out the population. Survival of the fittest, after all.

A clap of her jaws silences her mind from roaming to the flea, her mere existence parasitical. It could have been solely Shiya and Vulgaris; that is what’s meant to be, but it’s slipping through her fingers like every one before him. This is simply her life – past, present, future – and her thoughts often tumble over anger and sorrow. Each of her children have been discarded for their defects and weaknesses and so she is alone in this cruel world. As desperately as she has craved affection, Shiya comes to a pause and attempts to nail in her mind that she can be independent, that maybe she isn’t destined for a life like mother’s. She’s more dangerous than Dillan anyways.

Leaning to her left, Shiya scrapes her scales along a tree, removing dry snakeskin in the process. The sound echoes through the forest but she barely heeds her surroundings, her arrogance fooling her into a sense of full security. She cares not, however, no matter how foolish that may be. There are other dangers in the world, but with her thoughts tucked back and reeling she is too distracted to take notice.

SHIYA

But we cannot escape the past,
so you and I will never last

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