Where do these shackles lead you

N/A · 04-29-2014, 02:48 PM

The rain was pouring on her like no tomorrow, it was as if this autumn rain cloud had followed her. In the end she dealt with all her misery herself, and it didn't even look like she was sad. Her perfect mask of emotions was enough for the plague to keep it at bay. Well at least out here she didn't have to be around those putrid Arcanum wolves unless they happened to walk by here. Of course they didn't know how she felt about them. They thought she was a loyal warrior ready to train, because that was the identity warped by being around them. What an idiotic one as well, but her identities were the only thing she had in the end.
Her white coat soaked as her brown ears moved to the back of her skull. There wasn't much cover in the open plains here, it kind of made her upset but there wasn't much to do about it. Any wolf in their right mind would not be out during this storm. Though a little on the inside Ragna was hoping to meet a wolf who would letter form a bit of a lighter persona. Of course dreaming and fantasizing was the most she could do.

Speech,

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