Hell's Bells

How long had it been? How many days had she ran wondering when the shadows behind her were going to close in on her, smother her in thick palpable darkness? How many times had she glanced over her shoulder just to be sure she didn't see those eyes peering back at her, that soured breath washing over her nape, a sensation she tried desperately to erase from her memory. She had busted down hell's gates the minute she was given the opportunity, fleeing from the oppressing Hades, the brute her father had given her to. Yes, Given. She was nothing more than a token to pacify her fathers enemy's, Hades, sick twisted desires.

She halted, feeling the tight feeling of his teeth around her neck, her throat tightening and breath straining. Her sides heaved as her gazed darted wildly, searching for his face, her nose twitching waiting to draw in his stomach lurching scent. Nothing. She was surrounded by nothing more than what looked to be a barren field. She was alone, and yet in her mind she still felt surrounded, bombarded by new scents, new sensations. She could pick out traces of her own kin as the parched ground around her spat up dust when buffeted by the wind and she felt the need to continue on the aching longing to see another of her kind. She had been confined to solitude for so long, knowing nothing but /his/ face.

Her heart was unsure, and her mind seemed to play tricks on her. In the distance she was sure the outlines of bodies danced along the horizon, sure that someone was out there besides the shadows that had taunted her for so long. In a burst of pure desperation, Persephone tilted back her head and released a long winded call.

Ooc;;
Ew -Pokes sad excuse of an intro-