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09-22-2014, 03:35 AM
Naira The massive lady stood, head high, watching the sun set over the treetops. The orange caught in her brilliant blue eyes, turning them rather yellow. Her creamy head absorbed the orange too, on the sides exposed to the light. The rings around the lady's eyes Turned yet another shade of black, falling deeper and deeper into darkness. She lowered her head, walking on once again. Her ears twitched and turned, listening for sounds worthy of raising her suspicion. She herself walked without sound, without a gait, she walked as if floating, never making a sound. It is this that had kept her alive for two years, when the old bastard of a master sent her out on hunts with her life as her payment. She stopped again, at the edge of a clearing this time, and raised her head once again. Soft, pink nostrils flared as she tried picking out a familiar scent. "Good. Looks like I finally lost the old bitch." she giggled softly. It was the voice and laughter of a madman. Of a child twisted too much by cruelty and abuse. Her laughter ended rather abruptly as she sensed something, a change. There was someone else around. A cruel sneer twisted her pretty face for just a second as the thought of driving her horn through the company's heart trickled into her mind. The thoughts of a madman. Mad, yes, Naira is quite so. It is in the ring of her name, in every vocal she drawls in a sweet, girly voice. Except, this voice is not innocent, it is dripping with venom. "Show yourself, little demon. It might just spare you your worthless life." she giggled once again. The words were spoken softly, too soft for anyone but herself to hear. As quick as light, she wiped all emotion from her eyes. All but the fire of hatred and cruelty that could not be extinguished. It was dark by now, and the lady had red-ish fireflies swarming around her. Ah, my guardian is here the thought trickled through her mind. OCC: Sorry if this is too long, just getting into her :) Words: +- 352 Born in cold blood. |
