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"MURDEROUS RAGE TRAVERSES MY VEINS AS DARKNESS ENCOMPASSES MY GAIT."
(written by -assassinscreed)
" REVENGE SHINES THROUGH THE DIM ROOM LIGHT, INTERWOVEN WITH DEADLY DELIGHT."
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( SYNOPSIS )
─── She was born with lungs of perilous fire.
A child with far too much power smouldering beneath her skin; a girl with far too much rage hoarded within the atriums of her abstract heart. Her name was decided before her personality set ablaze, the divinity conflicting the very aspects that made her who she was. Chaos and serenity caressed in a blaze of allure.
Theia Harlow held far more beneath the embers that danced along her skin, forever furling smoke across the naked eye of others, clouding them to her. Clouding them to what was beneath.
─── He was born with eyes of rioting tides.
A child with no knowledge of his father; a boy sparked with a magnetism for danger, danger that only belonged to salivating, serrated teeth or gripping claws from beneath the safe guise of earth. His name was his legacy. A hero he had to become, through trials of death and sacrifices of his heart. His rage, hidden beneath heroism, knew no bounds as the tsunamis he restrained.
