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Alliances (pt 1)My lusus is dead, and I am alone.
The thought bounced around Nepeta's mind as soon as she woke up in the morning. It would plague her all day, as it had for seven or was it eight? days now. She did not feel the hard wooden slats of the bench her numb hip was pressed into, or the griminess of her hair, flattened under her neck by her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow.
She was literally "on the park bench," as it were, because when a troll's lusus dies, she is thrown out to starve.
Can't let a parentless troll run around causing trouble, you see. She's underage, so we'd have to put her in an orphanage, and those cost a lot of money to run. Too much money. Money that could be better spent on the war. Nepeta was 7 sweeps old not very underage, but underage enough.
Better to just let natural selection take care of her.
Nepeta had been in the park, Pounce's favourite place in the sprawling city that was their home, since she'd been thrown out by a police dr
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SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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