Fallen Angels
09-24-2015, 09:28 PM
She wandered into parts of a land unknown, the girl foreign to Alacritia. She knew nobody, and nobody knew her. She felt that perhaps it was better that way. Though she did feel kind of lonely, but she was rebellious at heart and nobody could tame that, or so she was sure. So instead, she opted to streak across the field, racing down into the Basin as her red and white form was a stark contrast against the land. The grass had turned brown, probably due to the summer season, and gave off a scent different then normal. As she swept past the grasses in her headlong dash, birds flew from their cover as they tried to escape the intruders path while sounding an alarm to their brethren. She would ignore them, however, laughing as she sped on.