Pollution

The wind would carry the mystical siren in her wake, venturing no where in particular. Recently Desire? had been sticking towards the northen region. The cold expanse quiet and tranquil, the layout for more appealing then drowning in the warmth. She, was far more suited to the harsh conditions, her coat thick and warm, consuming her own heat that she produces. The other reason for sticking around a place thats filled with an abundance of snow is that it makes her stick out even more then she did previously. Being surrounded by a white substance makes her sultry purple coat seem far more exotic and eye catching, a pleasure to see and making it almost a privilege to be in Desire?'s precense. The wind would carry on burying within her tender skin, busying thereselves in a frenzies. After venturing out in a land unknown to her she would sit back onto her haunches, sitting in the vast open caring very little if others wish to approach.






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