Oct 2018 – Obedience

Watching, listening, waiting for the first sign of incursion. The vassal is ever vigilant, acting out of instinct to preserve that which it holds dear. Nothing else matters to the thrall, it knows no other way of life. A multitude of choices may be decided upon at any given moment, yet here it remains, never waiving, never faltering in its duty.

Perhaps it finds comfort in familiarity, perhaps it fears what lies behind the realm of its understanding, the darkness and uncertainty of the abyss.

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