[Shouto may not have intended to call out to Ammy, but she turns to look at him regardless, a pristine white wolf walking about the bustling streets that are identical to one another. People mowing their laws, tending their gardens...it all seems almost robotic with how absolutely normal everything is. Honestly, it makes the wolf stand out all the more, despite how the world is trying, almost desperately, to fit her into this idyllic, perfect, normal world. There seems like a slight distortion around the air about her, like that of a hot road on a summer's day, or a mirage in the desert...and yet she remains unchanged.
What Shouto says makes her lips curl over her sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling in her throat, as she stares at a massive wall-like hedge, cut to perfection and seeming to almost...box them all in. Looking about, the same hedge spans for miles and miles, encompassing the whole of this false community. Ammy turns back to it, snarling. Oh, she knows what this is, what's going on...and she eels almost sick to her stomach, but not because o the smell. She remembers all of it, having to put down that god that became corrupt, the memorial held for them, and the suffering they caused, in their madness. This is...too much. It's too much to bring all that back. Let the dead sleep, and let their mistakes be forgotten to time.
This is cruel not only to the newcomers, but to those that suffered, and those that died, or lost...someone they knew. Someone different than what they turned into.]
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What Shouto says makes her lips curl over her sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling in her throat, as she stares at a massive wall-like hedge, cut to perfection and seeming to almost...box them all in. Looking about, the same hedge spans for miles and miles, encompassing the whole of this false community. Ammy turns back to it, snarling. Oh, she knows what this is, what's going on...and she eels almost sick to her stomach, but not because o the smell. She remembers all of it, having to put down that god that became corrupt, the memorial held for them, and the suffering they caused, in their madness. This is...too much. It's too much to bring all that back. Let the dead sleep, and let their mistakes be forgotten to time.
This is cruel not only to the newcomers, but to those that suffered, and those that died, or lost...someone they knew. Someone different than what they turned into.]