Britorias Pup Adoptions

two faced, a product of environment and what works among her. a witch hidden in maidens
clothing, assassin sitting with no tools but her finger-nails. she is in turn - committed to the fever-dreams that haunt her in the summer heat. childish perhaps, even as she wages for her imagination wonders but none are to know. disposable, replaceable in the words of her father. she is constructed of the soil and root at her feet - or the sand and clay - or the ashe and ruin. fragile and contained inside a bird cage of a skull. composed of the finest thin sheet of emotion. possessive and curious, a child-like being stood still within the youth of a young woman. from this, creative and adventurous. paranoid of the hand of another, and another, and another. a profiler hidden under a rimmed hat and glasses wide enough to outline the apple of her cheek. a watcher that prays on those with wild tongues and hands that tell their life story.

do i believe?
do i believe that the sky is blue and that we will all die for a reason other than gods will? perhaps - but my faith has not been tested and our lord has not found me. disbelief creeping into the roots of her teeth, she is hay-fever in the way her emotions cascade. long periods of mania deeply rooted in the very pits of faith until she sees otherwise. a forever happy attitude cursed by nights of a kiss of forgotten hymns and faith that falls from her fingertips like a stream of water.

i don't know what i believe
the nights she doesn't feel the wet soil against her knees - the kiss of gods grace across her neck. misotheism breathes down her neck even in the face of the heavens.

spider-like fingers - they are worn like the decaying wood under the roof she dwelled.
with the animals and hair like the straw, she bedded - she is the cautionary tale of the sand that embedded deep into her paw pads. a mother once scolded her that she born a beautiful white but her childish scouring upon the shore stained her a bright color bordering soft curls wielded by the sea spray and the kiss of god.a smile with crooked teeth and a gap between the front two.



TLDR - a watcher before a talker. But will grow to be more reserved because as she is younger, she may be a little more..impatient about saying/doing what she wants to say/do. Religious intentions. brother





Quirks/Weird shit
Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
Obscene fear of heights
Perfectionism
Panic attack esc reactions when dirty and cannot fix it.
Slightly resentful as she feels..lesser cared for between siblings
Loves them but may show outburst of frustration as she ages.



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