[m] the beginnings of evil

Juliet Moonsong · 01-29-2012, 04:49 AM

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When she looked back at him he seemed to smile, thinking wither that her act of being scared of the sharp sound or just thinking that it wasn’t that bad. Either way her ears flattened against her wild red hair, showing her discomfort with the sound and now the smell. The cream colored girl sneezed lightly as the dust from the old abandoned shake spilled out as he pushed the door in further. Her ears stayed pressed to her hair from just the pure smell of rot, metallic rust, and dust. They were not a pleasant combination of smalls or even together.

Indigo eyes watch as his frame seemed to dissipate into the darkness, her ears perking up lightly out of curiosity and almost a small prick of fear. What was in there? He moved aside and she stepped lightly in the door to see nothing but old human framework. Her nose wrinkled when the smells reached her nose again, the smell of decay was not her cup of tea. Though still Juliet pressed on for the sake of her companion, still hoping that there would maybe be some form of paint in this shake that clearly was not the one he was talking about.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as she looked at the moth eaten blanket that was hanging off the bed very slightly. How long had this place been abandoned, was this the first time it had been open since that day? She held these questions in knowing answers to her questions would never come, Fenin would not know how long it had been here. He did not even know that this shack was here right? ”No paints.” She breathed, her ears falling slightly in disappointment. ”I wonder why no one hadn’t found this place and made it their home.” She stated, thinking that a lone wolf like her companion would have cleaned this place up and save it from such decay. It wasn’t a bad place if it wasn’t so.. Stinky and dusty.

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