11-18-2011, 07:27 PM
backdates to like the 10th of november or something IDEK! 
nighttimeish
300+
The fire was spectacular to her, never before had she seen one so big not even the cooking fires of Anathema could rival this beauty. For all her wonder and reverence she feared it, feared it's power and its deadly beauty, she knew it would only take on strike of particularly bad luck to set the entire village around her on fire and burn it to the ground. The woman shivered and pulled her borrowed green shirt closer around her shaved form. The blue jeans had been ditched and left at her and Matteo's shared house.
She couldn't deny that it was nicer here, she could see the sky and smell the rain; feel the wind unlike the dark Anatheman caves. But.. she didn't feel as though she belonged here. It was as though she were tainting its pureness with her dirty stain despite the fact that they had just come through a war their was still a sense of peace and community, the members banded together ever more stronger for their ordeal. She wished that for just once in her life, someone would be there for her and would stay there. Someone who wouldn't abandon her at the first sign of trouble and leave her in the mud.
The orange and red hi lighted her fur and threw her shadow out in a flickering display. Her white form was the only one visible in the darkness, the shaded outlines of the other domiciles were only just visible to her encompassed by the fire's glow as she was. But she knew that no matter how many friends she gained, how many man she slept with or how many people supposedly 'loved' her, she would always be a very lonely and very hurt girl. The pain would never leave her, the misery her father had caused her would never fade.
nighttimeish 300+
The fire was spectacular to her, never before had she seen one so big not even the cooking fires of Anathema could rival this beauty. For all her wonder and reverence she feared it, feared it's power and its deadly beauty, she knew it would only take on strike of particularly bad luck to set the entire village around her on fire and burn it to the ground. The woman shivered and pulled her borrowed green shirt closer around her shaved form. The blue jeans had been ditched and left at her and Matteo's shared house.
She couldn't deny that it was nicer here, she could see the sky and smell the rain; feel the wind unlike the dark Anatheman caves. But.. she didn't feel as though she belonged here. It was as though she were tainting its pureness with her dirty stain despite the fact that they had just come through a war their was still a sense of peace and community, the members banded together ever more stronger for their ordeal. She wished that for just once in her life, someone would be there for her and would stay there. Someone who wouldn't abandon her at the first sign of trouble and leave her in the mud.
The orange and red hi lighted her fur and threw her shadow out in a flickering display. Her white form was the only one visible in the darkness, the shaded outlines of the other domiciles were only just visible to her encompassed by the fire's glow as she was. But she knew that no matter how many friends she gained, how many man she slept with or how many people supposedly 'loved' her, she would always be a very lonely and very hurt girl. The pain would never leave her, the misery her father had caused her would never fade.