I'm Not Who You Think I Am
06-18-2014, 03:46 PM
She was ill, the sickness that had swept across Alacritia still afflicting her form. The blood tears fell from her eyes, and coldness, mixed with her fevers, kept her form. She would throw up every so often, needing to find meat to sustain herself. Always abandoned kills... Sometimes dead for a while and, for the most part, frozen. She didn?t mind though. She was fed, and it gaze the large woman strength to lumber onward. Her leg, the injured one, moved with a sure limp, in the process of healing again, though she would always move with this handicap. Single orb looked on, blankly staring at what was ahead of her. Destruction had no idea where she was going, only knew that she walked with herself, her darkness, her demon. The younger Forbidden Destruction moved with purpose, the hallucination the true one?s only company. She would let out a low growl, running off ahead and calling for her to hurry up, as the older woman limped on. Where she was going she had no clue. Her mind couldn?t fathom where she was anymore. She walked through the red mists, though darkness, and that was it. There was nothing around her though... Just barren hills as she lumbered on, oblivious to the true cause of her state, just falling her past with a defeated look upon her face. One that held sadness and regret. --- Destruction / Bernadette:: "Normal." v.s. "Speech." v.s. 'Thought.' Forbidden Destruction Hallucination |