safe and sound; Stillwater only.

[Charlemagne]

Charlemagne

TOUCH MY OWN SKIN
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING

Carli had woken up groggy and alone. Her body was broken, sore, and her wings looked like they’d been burned. No longer was she the serene, perfect creature that re-entered these lands. Instead, that creature inside her that licked the boots of Hell had been re-awoken, and the fires of her bitterness had been re-stoked.
 
She was reminded of why she never came here anymore.
 
Nothing but pain, and disappointment. She had had her heart broken, ripped out, and stepped on. The canary bows her head, her black masked mouth corroding into a frown as she gets up and shakes the brush and dirt from her golden pelt, looking down at her wings with disgust before placing them on her back—wincing from the bruises that had been placed there.
 
She turns around and takes a step.
 
And turns in the direction that she had come from before she had been so rudely assaulted. The stench that peeled off the color changing/gender changing lady was one distinct musk that she sought out. The slippery man.
 
Stillwater, she growls under her breath, taking a sharp gasp from the pain of her sore muscles and stops at the lake where her memories became hazy. She pauses, knowing he is within the depths, or perhaps within his cave. But her mind is not on his luscious body or the way he walks with a confident sexy swagger. This is the closest water source, and she does not care to mask her motives any longer.
 
She slips into the water and slides through—clumsily at first, as her magic does not allow her smooth purchase through the water—but she is at home here, closing her eyes, trying to forget her pain. When Stillwater does not immediately appear, she spends her time leisurely in the lake, carefully scrubbing her body of all traces of dirt and grime and sweat and sex. But the smell is still there. The bruises are still there. She scrubs harder, and the bruises become more prevalent.
 
She looks around. Screams aloud. And then begins to cry.
 
Didn’t I tell you, Carli girl? They only want you so they can use you.
 

I HAD A WAY THEN LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN

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