Whilst Zorlo was oblivious to the source of the forest’s anger, Dante knew all too well where the anger’s roots lay. He hadn’t realized it before, but this wasn’t any forest. Grasthos picked the Oripawn Range for one reason: To taunt him from beyond the grave.

“This is the forest where she left us, isn’t it?” he asked, picking up his connection to Gorin. Though the dark god was in the middle of a particularly fun massacre, he stopped to speak to his soul.

“Yeah,” he replied, for once speaking to Dante as an equal, for he knew that his soul had just as much hatred instilled in this place as he did. “It’s a little smaller now, as you can see. Damn loggers. I made sure to kill all the lumberjacks when I visited last week.”

The Tainted Incarnate silently nodded, morbidly agreeing with his fellow third. Loggers had no right to cut this place down. It held more memories than human lives were worth. All the nights they, as the original Gorin, were forced to hide in dead trees to avoid the deadly nighttime animals. The countless days of starvation, sickness, loneliness…

“I’ll let you take part in her torture if I ever find her,” Gorin continued, feeling Dante’s thoughts shift towards their only memory of their mother. Their oldest memory was also their worst, filled with more pain than any others. The one time they were truly clean, innocent, defenseless… And she’d cast them out as an abomination.

“Thank you…”

Gorin’s soul truly meant it. His pocket-bound hands clenched into fists. Both the mind and the soul thought of her, recalling her appearance based on what little memory they had of such an early time. Dante in particular was surprised to find that he could remember her as accurately as he could. Her image was clear, as though he’d seen her recently, when he knew he hadn’t seen her in twenty years.

Their mother had flowing snow-white hair, an attribute that’d been passed down to their original body. Her eyes were a stunning emerald shade of green, and they held a mix of innocence and wisdom. She was wearing a simple white dress in their only memory, with two slits in the back for her magnificent wings.

Such an image would bring thoughts of peace and serenity in the minds of most. For Dante and Gorin however, the image was tainted. Before she left them in the forest her eyes, so full of seeming-care before, betrayed only malice. Her sweet face was contorted into a scowl as she carelessly dropped her baby into the ravine that cut through the woods.

“Thanks for taking care of the forest. Keep it up,” Dante told Gorin. The echo and the fencer emerged from the forest, almost immediately reaching the base of the mountain range. It didn’t take them long to find a path, and they were soon on their way.

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Originally Posted by Ciroton Ciroton (3:30:08 PM): D'aww aiko called me intellegant. xD

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