Lord on High, Deliver Me

Isabella Heiwa · 11-28-2011, 10:43 PM

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Can't escape me <3 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN

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The man's words had rung too true to ignore. Isabella could not deny him that fact. The city was dead. She saw it clear as day. There were no candles in the windows, no lights. There was not the laughter of distant children, mothers, men and whores. True, voices rang now and then through the decrepit buildings, but they were speaking to a single being. There was no life left in this dead city. It took her all of a half hour to realize that she had wasted her time. People came and left, taking what they wanted. All she had before her was silence. It had been enough to almost make her cry, if she did not have the strength of a whore to keep her back straight and eyes dry. Isabella stared at the vacant windows as the mare beneath her stepped nervously. This city was haunted by more ghosts than the woman cared to challenge. Mother Gaia would not help her here. There were too many ghosts to appease and they all cried out for attention. Too many died here, too many lingered. She turned her horse the other way and sent the mare racing away.

Breathing became easier when she could not see the cityscape anymore. It had been far too hard to bear it. At least in Toronto and Montreal the soul of the living managed to lighten up the world decimated with death. The brightness of life was enough to cast the shadows to the corners, where the dead still slivered. Not that Isabella had to fear them in her own little corner of fire and passion. Yet the prospect of settling in this dead place was more than enough to turn her around and seek refuge elsewhere. She had been offered a place with that stranger, alluring and dangerous as he was. At least, she could see what he offered. If it was unacceptable, she would settle near the mountains, and keep herself a private life. No big meals would she eat but there would be plenty, especially when the men and women began to hear of her services.

The ring on her thumb was loose, and she played with it as she nudged her mare toward the boarders she had scented so long ago. He had told her the name of the pack, and that she ought to call for him at when she reached it. If she had chosen to come visit. And so Isabella came with all her possessions in tow. However, if the man did not properly please her, she knew she would turn back around and find a nice cabin to take up as her own. But, the prospect of a winter fed on small prey was not tempting. She dismounted the mare, still fidgeting with the ring on her thumb. It was a big thing, with a large red stone set in silver. Honestly, it had seemed a good idea at the time to wear it.

The mare fidgeted on, and Isabella held onto the reins as she stood at the borders. Her white maw raised high and she called for the man, expecting to deal with his deviousness soon enough. He was well versed in her tricks and he had none she hadn't seen before. A good foe, especially when she didn't need to pretend she was nothing other than a woman who offered what she had been given by the grace of the Mother and demanded payment in turn.

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