[M] the calloused east.

China Rose Lykoi · 11-04-2011, 07:09 AM

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She had been cowed by the woman with the bleeding eyes. Although the terrible fear within told her to run, she had lingered still, a silvery wraith about the mansion, trying to peer through windows or cracks. Seeking redemption, or perhaps further punishment, China had waited to catch a secondary glimpse of the terrifying mother, creator of the creature she held a sickly love for, deep within.

Time slid past, oozing through the rays of the sun and finally, despairingly, forcing the once-princess to give up. Like a fleeting sunshower she passed by the mansion for the last time, but with wary steps, seeking only solitude from hence forth. The doomed souls here had condemned her. Halo had exiled her. There was nothing left in this place for the hippie child, only further anguish and guilt.

A cool wind was rising from the North, where all cool winds were born. It played with the short hair of her nape, and danced cool fingers through the sweet bob of her hair. The tattered denim skirt that hugged her hips offered no relent from this wind, but it danced with every graceful step. Like a nymph, the girl, who bore such striking similarities in pelt and appearance to the wolfmother of Inferni herself, whisked about the building and headed for a cowardly exit.

It surprised her to see a figure in the garden. The wind had blown the girl's scent away from her, and it was only when purest Lapis Lazuli settled on the other's beautiful rusty pelt that she startled and froze. Rounded eyes were doe-wary, thick lashes trembling slightly, delicate limbs poised. Had Halo sent out members to chase her off? Was she being pursued? Round, glossy pupils watched as the other maiden, seemingly oblivious to her, trailed over to lean against a large stump. The stump itself was an abomination. Who had felled the mighty tree who dwelled there before? Slender brows twitched in a light frown, but the expression felt wrong against the innocent's face, and so she allowed it to fall away.

For a short while, she watched the girl. Then, with delicate steps, China approached. She wasn't entirely sure why - she needed to flee from this place, needed to be far away from here come the rise of the following sun. But she dallied still, drawn to the delightful hue of the other girl's pelt. Silent, she stepped closer, pausing when the movement must have drawn attention to her. Soft eggshell blue gazed sweetly at the unknown lady, bruised with deep shadows beneath, haunted by the buried horrors of the past few moons.

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