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09-22-2014, 05:15 PM
Naira Naira slowly turned a delicate ear to catch the slight rustling of the leaves after a giggle, much like her own; insane. The white mare walked to stand in front of Naira. "A ghost," the lady whispered softly to herself. "How pleasant." A ghost yes, that is what she was. White all over, skin unmarred by scars. The scars on Naira's leg started itching with a hint of jealousy as she remembered when she was unmarred and beautiful. Her shoulder twitched as she hushed the insane whispers to catch the ghost's words. "No dear. Demons are not small nor big. But if you think about it, there is no in between. Demons lurk in shadow, or in light, but never at dawn or dusk, no in between," she spoke, the words sharp enough to cut a sane clean to the bone, and only making sense to the insane. But Naira knew. She knew the little one before her was not sane. Not quite right. She giggled as she knew something else. 'Neither am I,' the thought tickled her brain, dark and cruel. "And I am very sure, you have never been worthless," the lady drawled, honesty as open as a raw wound. She walked around the mare once, stopping in front of the mare once again. Pools of blue clashed with a white and a black. Naira did what she knows to do best. She read. She drilled into the ghost's soul to find weakness, strength, and hidden secrets. She found nothing. Like herself, the ghost knew how to hide these things. But the lady did not resurface empty handed. The mare did not like taunting, and she was hungry, for blood. Naira smiled, a twisted, cruel smile that hinted of her insanity. "No. You are of value," she spoke. "Tell me ghost, what is your name?" OCC: Tag;; @[Beloved] Born in cold blood. |
