Hit me with your best shot
11-23-2017, 11:05 AM
She still looked like a walking talking zombie as far as she was concerned. Going around gathering the broken pieces that were once her life. She did suppose there was no point in living in the past she supposed and looking towards the future. Heather had always been a bright and sunshine driven girl because she knew nothing else. She didn't want to be lumped together with the wolves in history who lost their way. The only thing that they'd gotten was an untimely demise. So Heather came to the border of her sisters pack. Her eyes strewn forward. She didn't want to remain within a pack for the moment. Yes she looked starved and tired, but she had many things to attend to. She just wanted to have a chat with Ganta. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Leo as Heather's father is free to crash her threads as he see's fit. Lionel as her close brother is also allowed to do the same.