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10-26-2013, 01:34 PM
 The path way creaked and molded as branches folded back unraveling a new route. The way on wards opened before her and the intricately (though rather mangled Fae) made her way forwards. Fake fleshy pieces, seemed to fall from the rotting corpse, blood stuck to her coat in random places, eye's wild for hunger. Though really, it was all just her costume. The fae still wore the face of a walking dead. It wasn't long before the pathway split once more and a decision was forced upon the equine. It was the one thing she had never been a great judge upon, all her choices she'd made had been bad ones. Or so that's what she thought, since everything bad happened to her right? No. For if that was the case then why was she still here? That was simply her personal view on the world. Everything was out to eat her. The path heading north seemed dark and ominous, though when the fae looked to the other, it didn't seem any better. It glowed blood red and her hunger boiled inside of her, sort of an invitation to take that route. Dwindling upon the dilemma for sometime, another past by her, seeming to take the glowing red path. Swallowing hard she made a quick decision, following that winged one down the same path, in all her walking dead, glory. She moved on wards, hoping that this was the right way to go. Learning then all what she had left, all that she had to live for. What if she never got out of here? Would she see him again? Their love, or rather Hate, child. She could bare to leave them, not now, not ever. [[OOC: Still the Walking dead kind. And She chose South!]] "speak". |
