[/html]aus buchstaben heraus
Private for Avarice. Word Count: 315im buchstaben
Dahlia de Main was certainly going to take some getting used to, Catalyst could tell you that. The German spoken female was feeling slightly out of place, and from an age where you were this small, the world was indeed overwhelming, too big, and never ending. Too much to see, smell, touch, explore, get involved with. It seemed so... overwhelming here, and the biggest difference was with mother things seemed so simplistic, in a close-minded world almost. There was certainly a lot of travel made up until this far where her mother decided to drop her and her siblings off, and for awhile Catalyst was wondering when they would all pick up the pace again to relocate somewhere else for a change, just like how she was remembering things up until this point.
It was almost dusk, and well, Catalyst certainly didn't feel like coming back into the safe catacombs of the church just yet for the night. Miss Cercelee would be highly displeased by such an action (and Catalyst had been nothing but generous to their guardian so far), but wanderlust and intuition to explore around Dahlia more was one that Catalyst simply couldn't shake, it suddenly escalated into a craving addiction to go forth and continue to scope this place out. If Cercelee was to catch her by the scruff, then so be it, but Catalyst would first begin to venture as far away from the church as possible, and into more conspicuous areas. The ivory female was in her Optime form, wandering about, slinking through the shadows. The coming of nighttime proved to be fun, for there were nocturnal insects and creatures buzzing and skittering about, and when one happened to cross her path, she obliged by chasing right after it. The coming nightfall was giving her a rush indeed, and she didn't want to end it anytime soon, curfew or not.
| Messages In This Thread |