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[Misery]

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The air was cold and burned the lungs when it was drawn in. Slow breaths were taken to stifle the pain, and a low noise of intense aggravation escaped her. The cold bit deeper into the bones the older she got. It settled in the joints and in her flesh with a deep and painful intensity. She wasn't ill &mdash just old and world weary. Bright gold green eyes searched the area around her as she walked, leaning heavily on her gleaming cane. Misery was lucky she hadn't lost or misplaced it yet, she had the most godawful habit of such behaviors. But it was hard to do otherwise. Her memory had never been perfect. Or even very good. Perhaps it was the madness, or the fact that Mum and Dad had shared more than a few chromosomes. The thought made her laugh, a harsh, barking sound in the darkness.


Even by the bare light of dawn, there was humor. Laughing at her own misfortune, at her own sickness. The sickness deep in her marrows, the sickness that sent neurons misfiring like a kid with an itchy trigger finger. Yellowing teeth curved into a smile as the werewolf wandered the lands of her less then beloved home. What else was there to do, truly? She had no love, no purpose anymore. It made her feel dull and mindless. One always needed a purpose. It had been ages since she had worth. But it could not be helped, this world needed no scheming Jester, and the Prince had found his place. A pity, truly it was.
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[Jasper de le Poer]

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-steals- It was that laughter that rang through the darkness that caused him to stop in his tracks. Eerie and unwelcoming, he knew it all to well. Jasper had heard that she was there, wandering about or hiding like some hermit, but he'd seen or scented so little of her that he started to not believe it. But then in came, that laugh that chilled him to the very bone, and he knew that she was indeed there. So why did Jasper just stand there instead of moving on to the tree house like he'd been in the middle of doing before? Well, quite simply, because she was the only one that would have the answers. Jasper dare not ask his father about Gin or what had become of him, but Misery, she was another story. Maybe somewhere in her madness she would miss why Jasper was really asking. "Aunt Misery?" He called out into the darkness, his tone low but his voice filled with purpose. He wanted her to find him, well, as much as he could ever want her to find him. If he could keep her from hitting him, then it would be a good meeting. "It's Jasper." He shouted, just to clarify, because it's likely she wouldn't know his voice. Hell, he'd be surprised if she even remembered him. Then again, he did have a knack for torturing his cousin. Afraid to move further in the darkness, most especially since he couldn't see her, Jasper kept himself still, rather hoping that she would find him.

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