say your prayers and comb your hair

Lilin Soulstorm · 12-06-2011, 05:53 PM

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private for zero-babe. post takes place somewhere between halifax airport and halifax. couldn't find a suitable town further north that was unclaimed. :x so I made one up.

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It was that time of day again, when luminosity made way for dusk in a unique, once-a-day only, display of pastel colors strewn across the darkening sky. Dreamers were raising their noses towards the light show, losing themselves in its splendour. Meanwhile, a sense of concern washed over the dual-toned female who, instead of enjoying what nature had to offer, found herself racing against the clock to find yet another refuge to spend the night. She had not failed to notice how heavily established the surrounding packs were. Scents lingered, a hushed menace outlining danger zones. It made life easier, knowing where she could and could not go. In a way, the Soulstorm daughter was thankful for that. It was a form of guidance in a world unfamiliar to her. But it also made it harder to find a secure place to call home.

Her primary goal was to avoid civilization. Personal experiences of the past had made her wary of communal life and distrustful of others in general, particularly males. Her first encounter in the New World hadn’t gone awry but the red-eyed hybrid had brought forth carnal feelings and memories of a past life. She’d felt someone else’s presence while interacting with Itachi: a caress on the back of her neck, frigid and unearthly in nature. The madness was spreading. It was spewing forth, escaping the confines of her soul. Lillith Stormbringer had heard voices and overtime, she had lost her grasp on reality because of them. Was this the legacy she’d left her child? A life overrun by doctrinal beliefs and fake Gods? Caribbean blue orbs stared ahead, offering nothing but a blank face to the outer world. Her surroundings were quiet and composed, similar to the lifeless expression plastered to her visage. Danger wasn’t out there. Au contraire, it was concealed inside of her; waiting for the right moment to break free and wreak havoc upon the world.

The urban area she’d stumbled upon was surprisingly little in size but more than likely connected to the concrete pillars in the distance. They seemed to be linked by the paved roads that adorned the ground, cold to her touch and cracked deeply under the weight of time. It appeared to be a public marketplace of some sort, given the various store signs. They were all pretty self explanatory: the bakery illustrated by bread, the local coffee shop discerned by its steaming cup, so on and so forth. Lilin had made her rounds, eventually realizing that the shops had been pillaged long ago by creatures seeking to feed themselves too. One last shop, however, had distinguished itself from the rest and caught her attention. The sign was faded and yellow, but the canine silhouette was still very apparent to anyone who looked closely.

Inside she stood, motionless and somewhat taken aback by the wide variety of dog posters, books and magazines. It was a small grooming shop, furnished with very little equipment. The reception area was decorated eloquently; featuring a variety of different breeds on the walls. She couldn’t help but note how beautiful some of them were, especially the long-haired breeds. Unlike her, they were well-groomed and free of mats. For a moment, Lilin had trouble making sense- any sense- of the envy that befell her. The feeling was fleeting, however, and it vanished as soon as another dog hindered her vision. What the fuck? Before her was a standard poodle, sporting the English saddle cut. The two-toned femme couldn’t help but grimace at how grotesque it looked, momentarily glad that she looked nothing like that. Where was all its hair?

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