RUSTED FROM THE RAIN
07-20-2013, 01:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2013, 03:46 PM by Medusa i.)
Rain fell down upon her pelt, plastering it to her body and sending chills down along her spine. It wasn?t cold, but the Amenti Madame was worn down. The weight of caring for a pack was heavy, and she was starting to feel it. Her immune system felt lower, her body more prone to chills and her energy levels lower than they had previously been. By no means was the harlot weak, but she certainly had seen better days. She?d lost a bit of weight, making her slightly bony, but her thick pelt helped to conceal it. Today she was consumed by wanderlust, finding herself traversing the lands and not truly minding where she was going.
Today she found herself wandering along a wall, uncertain about what it blocked them from and where she would find herself at its end. What lay on the other side? She assumed it was greener pastures, for she knew that the general direction housed grass lands, but for now the Madame was fine with being lost in the mystery of it all. For now she was fine with being a lost soul in the rain, drenched and skinny looking, but fine for the most part.
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