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[Misery]

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A cold rain was falling from the heavens above. She could see the flakes of snow mingled in with the bitter rain, and her bright gold-green eyes watched in mild amusement. Misery had come through the lands a few times in the past while, never quite feeling ready to settle no matter how much she may have wanted to. This last visit felt different. She'd built herself a fine shelter, even if it wasn't the greatest of things. Just a ramshackle shack that kept her warm and dry. The glass in the window she was staring out of had been salvaged from the humans city. That dirty wreckage. It was small and bare, but it was a shelter. She had stocked her supplies in there on a few shelves she had built in there, and that was good enough for now. A scroungy pile of blankets served as her bed, and a dirty, patched knapsack held things she hadn't quite unpacked yet. Her salt and pepper hair had dreadlocked, and was pulled back from her head by a loose string.



Before the rains had started she had cooked a pair of rabbits she had managed to snare, and was quietly pulling the meat off with one hand and eating. The rain was strangely soothing, and she was certain her weary, old body would get a rest. She had pushed it quite hard just to finish the cabin. The shack that was nestled between two trees so close to Damian's den. She'd been spoiled living in Europe, dens didn't feel the same anymore. A bottle of whiskey accompanied her meal, mostly watered down poison though. She had no interest in being drunk at the moment, she was feeling surprisingly well. Joyous more then anything, and that was a strange way too feel. The door to her little shack swung open, and she looked at it with mild surprise. She'd have to get to making the damned thing stay shut soon enough. For not it was all right, and she pulled a blanket about her shoulders. Life felt surprisingly good today, and she was happy for it.

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[Poe D'Angelo]

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The weather was unpleasantly characteristic for the time of year. No longer the crisp of winter, not near enough the warmth of spring, the trail that she always followed between the Jungle and these woods seemed to be made up almost entirely of slush on thin ice on chilling water. And yet, the little city slicker felt compelled to make it back to the land of her childhood and before, for the same unexplained reason she always came. She was very content in her "shabby-chic" downtown apartment, acting as mutated ghost of the creatures that had dropped dead in the concrete world. But a part of her seemed to need to revisit Chimera's corpse from time to time. It was her mother's blood, she often thought while roaming between gnarled trees and forgotten landmarks. Or perhaps more accurately, it was her mother in the flesh that brought her here. Disjointed hopes and complicated memories, she always sent her senses in search. On the typical visit, they could only find ghosts--those of Misery as well as many others.


But this time, the signs were fresh and vivid. They didn't need to guide Poe there, though--much of her mother remained a mystery to the girl, but the location of Misery's camp was quite certain. An easy smile and a veered path, Poe made her way to the den her dead siblings had been conceived and born in, arriving in a matter of minutes. The warm smell of cooked fish on a cold breeze welcomed her before the wide-open door of the newly erected cabin did. Quiet and content to slip in without the fuss she often made, Poe walked to block the entrance and locate her mother seated inside. "Well, fancy seeing you here."

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