Post by River on Mar 24, 2009 18:33:19 GMT -5
To warp the warmth and the innocence, turn it into ice and poison, mold a child into a killer whose very gaze could stop hearts cold....that was the work Hurricane had done with Siv. Those eyes were the same eyes that had shined like pure untarnished emerald, unscarred and unmarred. And through persistance and persuasion, those eyes had turned to acid. Siv was one of the reasons Hurricane slept in ultimate peace at night.