Cymoril Binder
Joined August 2017
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Crow's flight
There was nothing left. The fat and flesh were long gone, the bones had been cracked open and chewed into near nothingness. They were scattered around in a hopeless, disorganized mess. The crow tilted his head to examine the marks. They were fresh, made by the new scavengers in the area.
By Cymoril Binder3 years ago in Fiction
Opulent’s Sacrifice
A layer of sand washed over the broken city before her. It had been piling for a long time, escaping the timeless hourglass and easing itself over the rubble to erase its shameful history. Not that many minds knew what it had been like to live in that forgotten and unstudied city. It was already lost in that way.
By Cymoril Binder3 years ago in Families