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now we're torn apart, adrift upon the ocean

with nothing left to hold onto but our devotion

the storm is rising slowly, and i'm alone

"This month's community challenge theme is ENVY. Jealousy is a nasty thing,

and it can be hard not to feel envious of something that another has which you

lack. What is something that your character envies? What would they do if they

thought they could steal the thing they’re jealous of, and covet it to themselves?

How far would they go to steal the object of their envy?"

Guilt had gnawed away in the pit of her stomach ever since that night at the oak, when she'd given blood for a cause she didn't believed in and sentenced her son to an uncertain fate. Of all the things she had done in her life, all the failures she'd made, this was surely the worst one. Or perhaps it was her cowardice that was the worst of all, for although she watched stormclouds gather on the horizon, she did not run to him, to warn him, to save him. She was afraid. Afraid of what she had been part of, afraid of what would happen to the south, afraid of what would happen if she ever tried to leave.
[AC description: 120 words]

She stayed within the territory for a while, even though her trade allowed her to wander. She would tell anyone who asked that she was wary of the danger Malaysia had summoned, but she was being dishonest. In truth, it was because she could no longer bear to taste a freedom she could not have. She envied those she watched from afar, who were happy and content in their homes. Even the Kol, the ones who truly believed and who were happy here... and Vergil, no longer broken pieces but whole. Jealously felt like bile in her throat everytime she saw him smile in the company of someone else, because he belonged here, and Pekhat did not. And so that horizon always beckoned, and she lingered between all the things she could not attain.
[MCC description: 134 words]

Description

now we're torn apart, adrift upon the ocean

with nothing left to hold onto but our devotion

the storm is rising slowly, and i'm alone

"This month's community challenge theme is ENVY. Jealousy is a nasty thing,

and it can be hard not to feel envious of something that another has which you

lack. What is something that your character envies? What would they do if they

thought they could steal the thing they’re jealous of, and covet it to themselves?

How far would they go to steal the object of their envy?"

Guilt had gnawed away in the pit of her stomach ever since that night at the oak, when she'd given blood for a cause she didn't believed in and sentenced her son to an uncertain fate. Of all the things she had done in her life, all the failures she'd made, this was surely the worst one. Or perhaps it was her cowardice that was the worst of all, for although she watched stormclouds gather on the horizon, she did not run to him, to warn him, to save him. She was afraid. Afraid of what she had been part of, afraid of what would happen to the south, afraid of what would happen if she ever tried to leave.
[AC description: 120 words]

She stayed within the territory for a while, even though her trade allowed her to wander. She would tell anyone who asked that she was wary of the danger Malaysia had summoned, but she was being dishonest. In truth, it was because she could no longer bear to taste a freedom she could not have. She envied those she watched from afar, who were happy and content in their homes. Even the Kol, the ones who truly believed and who were happy here... and Vergil, no longer broken pieces but whole. Jealously felt like bile in her throat everytime she saw him smile in the company of someone else, because he belonged here, and Pekhat did not. And so that horizon always beckoned, and she lingered between all the things she could not attain.
[MCC description: 134 words]