❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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The forest was a sanctuary of tranquility, the dense canopy above filtering the sunlight into soft, dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of pine and earth, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in a whisper that seemed to speak of secrets long forgotten. It was along this serene path that a quiet man and a half-breed woman walked side by side, each lost in their own thoughts yet sharing an unspoken bond.
He, as quiet as the sea, moved with a deliberate grace, his steps barely making a sound on the forest trail. His eyes, deep and contemplative, seemed to absorb the surroundings, taking in every detail with a calm intensity. His silence was not an absence of thought, but a reflection of his deep inner world, a vast ocean of unspoken wisdom and strength.
Beside him, the half-breed woman walked with a quieter, more reserved demeanor than usual. Her heritage, a blend of human and demon, had often placed her in the margins of both worlds, but here, in the forest, she felt a rare sense of peace. Her eyes, bright and observant, flicked occasionally to her companion, wondering what thoughts lay behind his serene exterior.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the outside world faded away, leaving only the soft crunch of their footsteps and the distant calls of woodland creatures. The man’s presence brought a sense of calm to her, his silent companionship a comforting contrast to the noise and conflict she often faced.
Their mission awaited them, a task that required both their unique skills and unwavering focus. But for now, this walk through the forest was a moment of reprieve, a chance to gather their thoughts and steel themselves for what lay ahead. The path wound through tall trees and over gentle streams, each step bringing them closer to their destination, yet neither felt the need to rush.
The man occasionally glanced at her, his eyes conveying a silent understanding. He knew of her struggles, her desire for acceptance, and the weight she carried. Though he spoke little, his presence was a steady reassurance, a reminder that she was not alone in this journey. He respected her strength and resilience, and though he did not say it, he admired the courage it took for her to walk this path beside him.
In the quiet of the forest, the half-breed woman felt a rare connection to someone who understood her without words. His silence was not a barrier but a bridge, a way of communicating that went beyond spoken language. She found herself drawing strength from his calm demeanor, his quiet confidence a mirror to her own inner resolve.
