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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀꜱ| #ʀᴘ #ᴍᴄ | #HotHeadSheWolf #SpiritsHotHead | ᴇꜱᴛ ²⁰⁰⁸ | #Parody #BlueSkyRP

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- the world… The Leah Clearwater, who was made for their eyes only.
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- and still, I couldn’t make myself reply. I told myself every day this was better. For him… it was best I kept my distance.

Sitting up, I pulled my hair over the top of my head, it was time…. Another morning had come, another night without sleep. Another day filled with opportunities to show -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- around in circles as the sound of my alarm told me it was time to get up again. As I turned the buzzing alarm off, another new ritual I had grown to adapt… I opened my text messages. Looking at the two-letter word in the chat box….

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚢: [𝙷𝚒]

My fingers hovered over the keypad, -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- in the mind of the pups was proof of it. His castle… over his heart… Something he’d always wanted to build, to show himself his strength. He’d done it. And I… she …. We were proud of him.

But…

We… had to act… Not lie… But… Not show this world the truth behind the mask.

These thoughts moved-
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- being selfish. I wasn’t so lost to my turmoil, not to understand that some part of me held on to the only thing I had to prove to me it had happened… we had happened…

But now we’d been apart for longer than we had been together, he’d healed. Moved forward. Grown walls. That new tattoo I’d seen -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- It was still sitting safe and sound on the armchair. He hadn’t come for it or asked for it. ‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮?’ The thought pushed forward even though it was unwanted.

‘𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.’ But I was -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- doing, pretending to have healed from something she and the kid would never be able to understand.

Acting as thousands of thoughts were lost to me now, because I’d locked that side of myself away. And no-one was any wiser.

Turning on my side, my eyes found the outline of the Gibson. -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- Here… in this defining quietness, my soul asked me to justify my decisions.

But I had nothing to give as I spent it all in the day when I was surrounded by so many people, and yet once again I found myself alone in my mind and heart.

Meals at my Ma’s were spent listening to how she was -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- Each time I had to spend living for them. It took away the light she and I had grown with his help. And the darkness becoming harder to carry alone.

I wasn’t willing to fail again, so I’d learnt new tricks to keep my mask in place. That was until it was time for me to come home again… -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
-actions from those who I knew had borne witness to it all.
The world thought I’d moved on, they saw the Leah that made them feel happier with their life. The woman they were used to. And that is exactly what I gave them. The only difference… It killed a part of my soul each day. -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
-
7. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.
𝘏. 𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

I hadn’t slept a full night ever since he left. Walking with the spirits had turned darker due to the unwillingness I had, to open myself up to them. I wanted to hide the pain, the anger, the guilt of my -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- to take with a list in my mind which had to be checked off.

1. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.
𝘉. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴.
3. 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.
𝘋. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.
5. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵.
𝘍. 𝘌𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 (𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘖𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴)
-
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- changed somewhat. The house I once cherished for its peace and silence cried out for the sound of words… laughter… music. But there was nothing but a defining taciturnity nobody could detach.

My movements were soulless. I did it all without considering my actions. It was the safest of paths -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
𝟜 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣....

Sometimes it felt better to allow my body to work on autopilot, by disengaging my brain, letting her sleep where the memories blared their existence, so that we could make it another day… week… month… Because how else would it be possible?

After my runs, my routine had -
November 8, 2025 at 11:41 PM
- are ready to face it.

I will be whatever you need me to be. I will not hesitate to be what is needed of me.”

Promises she needed to hear, just so that she could hear me clearly.
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
- one we couldn’t let anyone bear witness too. This was our darkness to live, we didn’t need anyone else to see the truth under the mask we wore.

“I will carry the weight , you are so fearful to let go.” I told her as I guided her paws away from where we stood. “I will be our strength until you -
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
- She was incredibly calm even as she relived the night with vivid images and colour. Her voice was singing to the spirits, hoping their ears will hear her prayer for strength, for the ability to gain confidence to more effectively and to heal. But we knew it would be a long road, -
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
- Telling me it remembered that night Embry and I’d had spent here. It reminded us of the laughter, the teasing, the words and the slightest hint of sarcasm we shared. It seems to have become a distant memory sure, but some parts of it still felt fresh as the morning air.
-
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
- memories came to assault our emotions.

We were alone. Just the two of us, well and the spirits who watched over us tonight too. But they knew what this ground had been a witness to. The land here spoke a different language to ours, and yet in It’s own way it spoke to me in an indirect manner. -
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
- the mouth of their river ran faster and higher tonight too. The rain had began to spit out of the clouds, breaking the silence of the run. We were done for the night, however the four large paws hitting the wet ground weren’t stopping. Not until we arrived in the clearing where -
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM
When the night sky began to turn pink I knew our time on this run was coming to its end. I’d sent Quil off hours ago, because he really didn’t need to finish this current circle with me. I know this land as well as I knew the land of my people.

The Cullen’s had forests deep and dark, -
October 7, 2025 at 8:46 PM