01-17-2010, 03:21 PM
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4 Haku teh Retard. <3
In the silence of the Rosen’s wine cellar, only the mice, roaches, and arachnids served as companions to the dark female. This retreat was nowhere as familiar and comforting as her abode situated in the dampwoods, but she had pledged allegiance to the blue-eyed devil. Doing so required her presence in Dahlia de Mai at all times, which consequently meant abandoning her dwelling for an irresolute amount of time. She had gone back and sought a few necessities, such as candles and incense; objects that would facilitate her integration to her new and temporary lifestyle. Shadows danced along the walls of the poorly lit basement, tiny flames providing illusions in which Lillith could perceive spirits of the fallen, making themselves known through fire.
Aquamarine orbs appeared to be of a neon-green shade, burning with a determination that would drive her to success. The crunch of gravel under her feet resonated in the vault as she shuffled about, still dreading the idea of falling asleep in foreign territory. Could this basement supply the security needed for a good day’s sleep? One could never be too careful, and her companion’s absence was sourly noted. Rest was not an option, not until he returned and granted her with the protection she needed while getting some shut-eye. She was getting restless and it showed in the way her gaze constantly sought the wooden door, anticipating the arrival of the man who would deliver her from fatigue. Her back slid along the cement wall until her tail-end reached rocky bottom, where her limbs remained unmoving.
A visual sweep of the area was executed, noting the numerous wine bottles, dusty books, and other small accessories littered across her refuge. Evidently, orderliness wasn’t one of Haku Soul’s qualities. A spider scurrying by eventually caught her awareness and her gaze followed its antics, watching it move back and forth with no particular interest. Boredom was a dreadful thing.
In the silence of the Rosen’s wine cellar, only the mice, roaches, and arachnids served as companions to the dark female. This retreat was nowhere as familiar and comforting as her abode situated in the dampwoods, but she had pledged allegiance to the blue-eyed devil. Doing so required her presence in Dahlia de Mai at all times, which consequently meant abandoning her dwelling for an irresolute amount of time. She had gone back and sought a few necessities, such as candles and incense; objects that would facilitate her integration to her new and temporary lifestyle. Shadows danced along the walls of the poorly lit basement, tiny flames providing illusions in which Lillith could perceive spirits of the fallen, making themselves known through fire.
Aquamarine orbs appeared to be of a neon-green shade, burning with a determination that would drive her to success. The crunch of gravel under her feet resonated in the vault as she shuffled about, still dreading the idea of falling asleep in foreign territory. Could this basement supply the security needed for a good day’s sleep? One could never be too careful, and her companion’s absence was sourly noted. Rest was not an option, not until he returned and granted her with the protection she needed while getting some shut-eye. She was getting restless and it showed in the way her gaze constantly sought the wooden door, anticipating the arrival of the man who would deliver her from fatigue. Her back slid along the cement wall until her tail-end reached rocky bottom, where her limbs remained unmoving.
A visual sweep of the area was executed, noting the numerous wine bottles, dusty books, and other small accessories littered across her refuge. Evidently, orderliness wasn’t one of Haku Soul’s qualities. A spider scurrying by eventually caught her awareness and her gaze followed its antics, watching it move back and forth with no particular interest. Boredom was a dreadful thing.
