Anon 09/07/2018 (Fri) 19:26:48 No.1993 del

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>Cadence landed silently upon the balcony of the tall crystal spire that was her abode in the crystal empire.
>It was late, very late in fact.
>Or perhaps it was better to say very early?
>A weary smile soon played across her lips.
>She was home. Though she was uncertain of the prospects of rest that night (...er morning?) Her weary wings could finally rest.
>Though Cadence's small happiness was tempered by her restless mind.
>She had left again on a a quest for fruit. One driven by instinct and hunger.
>Though she knew of the questionable moral actions during her quest, it was only after the fact that she would truly mull over them.
>Like any sin she susposed, the guilt would only truly set in after the deed had been done.
>She signed to herself.
>Why did she do this?
>Why did she eve bother to keep up with it all this facade?
>Truth was she relished it. She loved the fact that she was a creature of the night. She loved the advanced agility and enhanced senses that came with the form.
>In many ways it was almost like a drug.
>'But it being a drug means that you feel its harmful'
>Was it harmful?

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