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[b][color=be003a]Time:[/color][/b] 6pm
[b][color=be003a]Location:[/color][/b] Sorian Park
[b][color=be003a]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Rodiak] Matthias/Zarai, [@ReusableSword] Roman, [@Conscripts] John,  [@JJ Doe] Count Fritz [@Mole] Prince Felix [@Potter] Sadie [@Tpartywithzombi] Violet

[indent]Lyra, in the aftermath of her deliberate loss against a Shehzadi, strolled the city of Sorian in quiet contemplation. The city had become quiet beautiful in its age. There was something noble about a place with history as long-standing as the kingdom of Caesonia. Kingdoms rose and fell like the tides of an ocean, and we’re often brought forth through time at the behest of a history marked with blood and death. Lyra was a soldier, she knew this much. And yet still, life remained.

On her walk, she found herself in a park. Beautiful green grass and a lovely sky. Her boots and the distant sounds of children running together were the most present sounds. Lyra was at peace in this moment, she felt calm and unbothered. Perhaps she could- 

She stopped. Out in the open field, Lyra’s body went stiff as stone. Her breathing halted, and her grip flexes on the hilt of her sword. The air around her darkened suddenly to something [i]wrong.[/i] There was something in this park that should not exist. Dread crept up the General’s back, this was not a feeling others could feel, let alone understand. But Lyra knew it well. It was a feeling that she had felt before, and she abhorred it. It made her feel like an animal among predators, among [i]monsters.[/i]

Looking around, it was clear nothing immediately alarming was happening. That much was good, but the urge to hurt something was burning in Lyra’s throat by now. She wanted [i]blood.[/i] But if things were to be different, she knew she had to be. So, Lyra continued her strides in a straight line, and her eyes scanned every blade of grass, every face, and every motion around her with the scrutiny of a master tactician. Her mind had become an empty vessel, not a stray thought beyond the will to survive and seek out danger. Her senses felt dulled, and Lyra could only imagine what she’d do if she wasn’t aware of that fact in and of itself.

She came to a stop and was jarred out of her mindset when she saw a group off in the distance. Sadie’s face anchored her enough that she could take a breath, after what could’ve been two full minutes. Sadie was having a picnic with a few other people. Some men who seemed to look like her, and older-looking man and… A woman. Just looking at her, something felt wrong. Her skin looked deathly pale, she looked dejected, and her [i]eyes.[/i] There was only one person alive who had eyes red as blood. And she didn’t walk with a cane. They were distracted, and Lyra was a considerable distance away, but Lyra’s senses were trained on the woman like a starving animal.

Too many emotions were rendered unfettered. 

[color=be003a][b]No.[/b][/color]

She resisted the temptation to cleave the woman in half, by turning around and shutting her eyes. She inhaled, and exhaled. Breathe in… Breathe out. Breathe in, and breathe out.

[color=be003a]”This will be different,”[/color] she told herself.

Lyra steadied herself, and undid the death grip on her hilt. She turned around, and put forth all her will to act as normal as she knew how. And so, she walked over to the picnic, and approached them.

[color=be003a]”Sadie! I was wondering where you had wandered off to. The fireworks, oh- You had to see them from here, yes?”[/color] She exclaimed, an endearing smile on her face that betrayed a murderous instinct in her heart. She tossed an arm around the princess’ shoulder amicably. [color=be003a]”They we’re almost as radiant as you. Almost… Are these young men your brothers?”[/color]

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