Are You Beautiful?

N/A · 10-14-2014, 10:47 AM

Though she believed herself to be alone this was not the case. A voice, low in tone, would reach her ears. She would turn her head, gaze falling on a figure emerging from the shadows. Yet, for Pamela, all she saw was the shadow of a wolf. Her disease, her prosopagnosia, prevented her from seeing the other for who they were. She figured it was a wolf by scent, but really it could have been another canine. It was just unlikely for that to be the case. She saw the wolf before her just as a shadowed in image of her shape, nothing more. Even her voice, due to the extreme cause of her condition, sounded the same as any other. Just something she lived with. Whether this was life, or truly death, it seemed her fate would not change. But, within the femme?s mind, she would keep the prophet Noah?s words to heart.

?I believe in some sort of other existence, yes, but I can not say if it is a world such as this, or in forms such as this. Should we be conscious of our deaths or not, allowed to interact... Who is to say? Who is to know?? Pamela would raise her head, ears lifting in an unafraid manner. ?Stranger, are you one alive or dead? Perhaps on a border between the worlds... But... The bigger question is, what is it you want with me?? Pamela was not one to cower from anything. No... Perhaps even death would not phase the young woman. But she was not dead. Not yet.

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