10-16-2009, 11:24 PM
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MISERY Misery's bones often ached when the weather grew cold and damp. Her bloodline, inbred and weak had made her age perhaps faster than normal for her kind. Her inky pelt had faded to soft white, but the symbol of Chimera on her shoulder was still vibrant and clear. Her eyes, feverish with intensity still blazed the same golden-green color. She was beautiful in a thin, slightly terrible way. A heavy scar climbed from her knee to thigh upon her right leg, and the tattered pants she wore had a hole near the knee that bore the start of the dark scar.
MISERY She had taken off for a walk. Lark, her guardian, son, lifeline would be setting up a camp. There would be a fire waiting for her, he always made sure there was one. The loose shirt she wore warmed her thin bones some, and the walking stick, exquisitely carved with strange symbols and words from the Khalif kept her steady on her thin legs. The air was bitter, and there was a scent carried on it. Something about it was strangely familiar, and she turned to scout the land. A coyote, yes, that was it. Very familiar. An image came to her mind - a beauty with scars and a tattoo. Misery had given her that. Kaena. Her ears perked on her head, twitching about in the mass of her inky black dreadlocks. She was excited - the woman had been fascinating. Now her eyes found her - eyes that were weak with age. She was scrubbing herself in a way that was strange, and Misery's voice, still strong, sharp and commanding rung out in the still air.
"Kaena!"
MISERY She had taken off for a walk. Lark, her guardian, son, lifeline would be setting up a camp. There would be a fire waiting for her, he always made sure there was one. The loose shirt she wore warmed her thin bones some, and the walking stick, exquisitely carved with strange symbols and words from the Khalif kept her steady on her thin legs. The air was bitter, and there was a scent carried on it. Something about it was strangely familiar, and she turned to scout the land. A coyote, yes, that was it. Very familiar. An image came to her mind - a beauty with scars and a tattoo. Misery had given her that. Kaena. Her ears perked on her head, twitching about in the mass of her inky black dreadlocks. She was excited - the woman had been fascinating. Now her eyes found her - eyes that were weak with age. She was scrubbing herself in a way that was strange, and Misery's voice, still strong, sharp and commanding rung out in the still air.
"Kaena!"
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