04-01-2009, 09:09 PM
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can we date this to after she's kicked out of Dahlia de Mai? For simplicity's sake xD Also, she's unshifted.
Maybe karma was biting her in the ass, or maybe her life was a big joke. But her banishment had been no jape, and she was slowly being forced to see the truth, even as she fought against it. Her short stay in Dahlia had opened her eyes to her.. condition, but it would not stop her from indulging in drug and psychosis. And even now, she struggled to accept that she had seen Svara, done anything to her, because she hadn't wanted to, hadn't remembered the incident. But now she could see the wounds on her chest, which in anger she reopened, letting the blood stain her chest to match the angry red glare of her daughter, judging judging judging with teeth like the devil's. She was homeless, in a sense, but the neutral territories were all hers now, and she lived in Hailfax, on piles of drink and drug.
The forest hugged her rusty brown coat, cloaking her in comfortable damp darkness. Rain began to fall, but she barely noticed it as she pressed forward, hunger driving her after some small game. Unlucky rabbit, out in the rain, what was it thinking? Nothing, now, as her teeth closed around it's neck, snapping the fragile bones. The lady's mouth smeared with blood as she tore into the tender flesh, body in lupus shape, finding four paws better for traveling than two. The meat satiated her, allowed her to relax long enough to catch the scent of another animal, a male, nearby, so she turned and traveled after it. Soon enough she found the target. The unusual pattern of the coat caught her wheat eyes first, and then the black eyes, black like the demons that haunted her. But they were not devoid of thought, in fact, they seemed to sparkle with a power that she'd only seen before in Cwmfen. And... the smell was familiar, too. She stayed standing, a good seven feet away from the male, turning her gaze over his masculine form. 'Who are you?'
Like a cancer scare In the dentist's chair
Maybe karma was biting her in the ass, or maybe her life was a big joke. But her banishment had been no jape, and she was slowly being forced to see the truth, even as she fought against it. Her short stay in Dahlia had opened her eyes to her.. condition, but it would not stop her from indulging in drug and psychosis. And even now, she struggled to accept that she had seen Svara, done anything to her, because she hadn't wanted to, hadn't remembered the incident. But now she could see the wounds on her chest, which in anger she reopened, letting the blood stain her chest to match the angry red glare of her daughter, judging judging judging with teeth like the devil's. She was homeless, in a sense, but the neutral territories were all hers now, and she lived in Hailfax, on piles of drink and drug.
The forest hugged her rusty brown coat, cloaking her in comfortable damp darkness. Rain began to fall, but she barely noticed it as she pressed forward, hunger driving her after some small game. Unlucky rabbit, out in the rain, what was it thinking? Nothing, now, as her teeth closed around it's neck, snapping the fragile bones. The lady's mouth smeared with blood as she tore into the tender flesh, body in lupus shape, finding four paws better for traveling than two. The meat satiated her, allowed her to relax long enough to catch the scent of another animal, a male, nearby, so she turned and traveled after it. Soon enough she found the target. The unusual pattern of the coat caught her wheat eyes first, and then the black eyes, black like the demons that haunted her. But they were not devoid of thought, in fact, they seemed to sparkle with a power that she'd only seen before in Cwmfen. And... the smell was familiar, too. She stayed standing, a good seven feet away from the male, turning her gaze over his masculine form. 'Who are you?'