broken things, better off alone, right?
10-03-2014, 07:23 AM
She had healed some- but still was a mere shell of herself. She had fled the sanctuary her sister had provided- to see what had become of her once powerful allies. Would they see her merely as a waste now? Her mind as returning slowly, but everything she saw- reminded her of Faust and the children they had lost. She'd put on very little weight, and the journey to the East had required numerous stops to rest. As she sank to the ground- grateful for its comforting presence, she wondered what had become of the great empires of Alacritis. Had they all crumbled? Would great queens and kings never rule for long? Did power burn them up? Dull violet eyes, stared up at the volcano above her. Part of her longed- to trek to the top and toss herself into it's abyss. She hadn't sought out Greek yet- but she missed his annoying yet comforting presence. Soon- she'd find him, and hopefully feel more like herself. What had she become? Letting out a sigh, she stretched across the ground- completely carefree to any lurking threats. Death would be welcomed- and pain would give her a reason to fight, or at least remind her that she was alive |
poopy starter- but idk what's going on here xD