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Infinite Clan~ Soundless Voice Chapter 1Infinite Clan~ Soundless Voice: Chapter 1
The clans have already moved to a new home in the mountain range. However, they meet a new enemy.. Former clan member of Infinite Clan, Skye.. Skye plans to exact his revenge on Infinite Clan and also to destroy all of the Clans.. To do so, he has also summoned a formidable clan, called the Dark Order. The clans struggles to keep him at bay ends in vain as Skye claims a young kit from the rebellion, RobinKit, and has trained him in their ruthless ways to hate the clans and make it his mission to destroy them as well. Unknown to the Dark Order, the clans have also gained a new ally, Dream Clan.. Led by their leader, DreamStar, they also hold a grudge against the Dark Order, especially their deputy, BatSong.. With the battle drawing ever closer and tension rising high between the two sides, the clans are drawn into a new danger.. And what happens when a new prophecy is revealed..? Their story continues..
Friendship"..I can't stand this..! I wonder if Hiza's still mad at me.." thought Tsubaki as she stared up into the darkening sky. Just then she felt a soft nudge at her tummy area and was greeted by a wide-eyed puppy with soft brown fur and floppy ears.
"..Huh..? Hey there pup.. Don't look at me like that, its not my fault..!" huffed Tsubaki as she tried to look away from those innocent jade green eyes but her resolve did not hold out for long before she grabbed hold of the puppy.
"*sigh.. alright.. come'ere.. Will you listen to me talk for a while..?" asked Tsubaki. The puppy gave a high pitched yip and licked all over her face in reply. Tsubaki laughed out loudly as she placed the puppy onto her lap and tried to recall what had happened today.
"Hmm.. Well.. The day had gone off with a bad start.. I had woken up late despite promising Hiza that I would meet up with her at the train station at 9am sharp for a shopping spree. I arrived an hour late and was greeted by a fuming Hiza at the train st
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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