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"To live is to suffer. Therefore I offer the mercy of death to you, my children. Receive it and rejoice."
- Hefenfreir to her kits
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It is difficult for Fyrensawl to look at any body of water and not think of all the siblings he's drowned. He cannot dip his paws into the cooling ponds without remembering his own body fighting to stay afloat amidst his flailing, floundering littermates. When he looks at his reflection, he instead sees his mother, whose features he inherited with eerie likeness. She, who orchestrated all the drownings he took part in, who tried to drown him herself moons ago, has left him to face the ghosts of their family's twisted legacy.

He sees his siblings' faces in a lake's depths, hears their cries in the roar of rapids, feels their struggling paws against his fur in the waves of a river. They will walk with him, as will his mother, till death comes for him as well. Fyrensawl expects he shall never be rid of them. He suspects his mother may have lived similarly. Perhaps that was why she always seemed so pensive. So detached. Perhaps she too was listening to her ghosts.

Fyrensawl is a character I own in

Description
"To live is to suffer. Therefore I offer the mercy of death to you, my children. Receive it and rejoice."
- Hefenfreir to her kits
---------
It is difficult for Fyrensawl to look at any body of water and not think of all the siblings he's drowned. He cannot dip his paws into the cooling ponds without remembering his own body fighting to stay afloat amidst his flailing, floundering littermates. When he looks at his reflection, he instead sees his mother, whose features he inherited with eerie likeness. She, who orchestrated all the drownings he took part in, who tried to drown him herself moons ago, has left him to face the ghosts of their family's twisted legacy.

He sees his siblings' faces in a lake's depths, hears their cries in the roar of rapids, feels their struggling paws against his fur in the waves of a river. They will walk with him, as will his mother, till death comes for him as well. Fyrensawl expects he shall never be rid of them. He suspects his mother may have lived similarly. Perhaps that was why she always seemed so pensive. So detached. Perhaps she too was listening to her ghosts.

Fyrensawl is a character I own in