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Sun 27th Sep 2020 03:49

Thirteenth Entry

by Miss Lilia Mordorsk

What was that dream.
 
Was it even a dream, or a vision?
 
Brought on by Kavick's blood or by "praying" (if one can even call it that...) at the altar.
 
I'm exhausted and I've only just got up.
 
Apparently we're "going on patrol" today.
 
Bit nervous really... I don't know the area and how am I going to go out to find food--sustenance--without being spotted. What do I even say if I am?
 
"Oh don't mind me, I'm just going out to drink the blood of some defenseless creature, you carry on with your eggs and bread."
 
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I really don't like wisps.
 
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Lyralin, planeswalker of the ten thousand radiant lilies.
 
Who in the hells does she think she is.
 
"Interesting"? Right, why doesn't she try it for a bit.
 
She made me so angry... I wanted to do more than snap at her.
 
I'm just angry because I'm hungry.
 
Is it hunger or thirst? It feels like hunger. I feel like he really took that from me...
 
Strange.
 
Of course the blood from the tree wasn't fit for consumption. Then I go and snap at the only person who's been decent to me throughout this.
 
I need to calm down, get myself in order.