TO EAT FLESH, TO DRINK WINE

*Karmen* · 09-19-2013, 11:16 AM

Despite the changing season, the sun was relentless in this dead wasteland. The sky was blanche and white hot, the horizon a rippling mirage that would confuse anyone's depth perception. There was no destination in sight, just lolling hills and mounds of fine sand that changed shapes and sizes with the sinuous currents of wind.

A stranger walked the sweltering ridges of dirt. She was the colour of sifting sands in Egypt, the colour of the currency that dances in men's dreams, with venomous eyes that scream volumes of sin. She sauntered with a purpose, her shoulders taught with an unintelligible stress, the beautiful features on her face molded into an emotionless scowl. Phases of her mother were haunting her, swift personality changes that she could not recognize. Her dark silhouette was hovering her movements, and Karmen was stuck between feeling thrilled and repulsed by her ghastly presence. Just a figment of her imagination, but such a suffocating figment she was.

She needed a name, she needed the fame that was destined to become hers. But who would she take with her into the fire? There must have been another out there who yearned to walk as an immortal amongst the other dogs in the world.
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ooc:sorry it is so shorttttt

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