Post by Fetisha on Dec 22, 2015 11:34:36 GMT -5
On this particular eve, the breeze that ran its fingers through her matted pale locks was fiercely chilled. Winter had truly taken course within the past couple of days, enough to make one feel as though their blood had frozen within their veins... Although she was icy enough without such a thing. Her heart and become frozen long, long ago. No longer able to feel the emotions that the other mortals had. Love, care, fear, it had all been washed away. Leaving behind nothing but a mal-nourished, matted empty shell.
She wasn't always like this though. She once knew these feelings. She once longed to feel the warmth of another, to feel the body heat of two living entities dancing together, entwining, becoming one. She once cared about those close to her, she even cared occasionally for others that she barely knew. She feared being left alone in the world, with no one to turn to.... All of this was gone, stripped away from her as her sanity slowly left..
She wasn't entirely alone though, no... She still had her. Although it was not a being that could be seen by another... It was merely a voice that embedded itself with her skull. She dictated Fetisha's every move... She was a prisoner within her own body. A puppet controlled by strings. For ever damned to live in her own personal hell. Have you ever felt as though you could not control your own body? You were nothing more then a spectator? Hell doesn't even begin to describe it.
A soft sigh escaped scarred lips. It was hard for her to swallow the truth. She hated having to seek help, but even she knew there was no way she would last these winter months alone. This was a new land for her. Something that was so unfamiliar. She lacked the knowledge of where the prey hid, and other important things as well.. And so, slowly she made her way down the slick trail, caustiously choosing her steps to avoid plummeting downward. Of course the ice that coared the sleek path caused her to slip here and there. Finally it was then she could smell it. Inhaling deeply she took in the scents of others that had ventured through here. The markers that clearly indicated that these were in fact claimed lands. Don't be foolish my love, we do not need them. Do not be WEAK.
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