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Post by Sylphie on Feb 18, 2017 1:25:58 GMT
Sylphie was not okay. She was spending a lot of time to herself. It wasn't like she had any real bonds here except Pebble, Mom, and Dad. The halfing was most out on supply runs. Oh, we don't have milk, I'll go get it. No ammo? No problem! Her wings were also molting, not exactly helping her mood. Brown feathers littered everywhere she went as more golden and purple feathers began forming. She was slowly losing her individuality.
The child of Lucifer was currently flitting around the bunker, trying to find out if there was anyone who needed anything or if they knew of something the bunker was lacking. No luck so far. So she was in the main part of the bunker, her wings drooping as she has trying to hold herself together, she was getting lost in thoughts of self depreciation with nothing to distract her.
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