by Corporal Rivaille » Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:09 am
Machi, who had been leaning against a tree, face buried in his hands, looked up. He recognized Clary, of course, but who was the boy... "Domovoi has her. He got me, and she traded herself..." he replied, voice cracking, purple eyes pained.
Clary punched James's shoulder with a roll of her eyes before turning around slowly at Machi's words. Her golden eyes hardened, she stood up straight, and suddenly she was no longer the playful Wolvan girl who had been with James all day. Now she was the mature, wise, Second-in-Command of the Warriors of Peace. She walked over to Machi briskly, staring him in the eyes. "How long ago was this?" she snapped.
No one remembers the names of the trampled flowers
Fallen birds await the next wind before they try again
Prayers won't save us
Only the will to fight can change our world
Ignore those pigs who ridicule you
for having the will to step on dead bodies and move on
Our complacency as livestock strengthens this false reality
We're as free as starving wolves!
Channel the humiliation of imprisonment into your arrows and begin the resistance
Far beyond the confining walls, you'll slay your prey!
As your body burns with an overflowing urge,
pick up your burning bow and gash through the twilight
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