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Devoted Seeker
|| Location: Her House || || Company: No One ---& Vincent || || Feeling: Tired and Curious ||
- XXXXXX＊ ◞ IF YOU FALL⇣ BABY HOLD *MY HAND❜
xxxxxxooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
xxxxxxooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
xxxxxxooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river xx ooh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
XXXXXXXXCHECK *↯ THE CUPBOARD × FOR YOUR DADDY'S GUN
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxd r u n k x a n d x d r i v e n x b y x a x d e v i l s x h u n g e r
Athelia was worn out from the chaos that had pursued the previous night. Naturally a heavy storm was always unexpected but they did come once in a blue moon. The terrors were without warning but never shied from a glorious entrance. The skies could transform from a beautiful clear canvas with only the sun to mark the frame into the most horrid mix of dark colors and deafening sounds within seconds. The lightening and thunder tore through the forest, snapping trees in half and stripping the bark from dense limbs. The winds kicked up small creatures and fallen debris, throwing everything yards from its initial point. The natives had become accustomed to this serenade and took precaution.
Their homes were hidden deep in the forest where such storms barely reached, their houses built sturdy to withhold any potential threat and their most valuable supplies guarded by clever thinking and tactical placement. The instant reaction that kicked in often portrayed itself in the form of a play. The natives knew exactly what to do and where to go. Most had specific instructions to insure the least of casualties when it came to food and others who might be caught outside the safety of the encampment. Lia released a few sketched creatures to locate everyone and determine a headcount in the “safety zone.” She would proceed to take the necessary steps in making sure everyone returned to home. Only then would she retire herself.
As Lia stirred from her sleep she recognized the sounds outside as an eruption that would not break. With that she made a small tsk and proceeded to stand. Rain smashed against her roof and she thanked whatever invisible force out there for not making the situation worse. The day had just broken but the lack of light made it feel like the day was now over. Athelia crossed the small space of her abode and stepped into what she considered the kitchen. Most items had to be eaten as soon as they were captured simply due to lack of ways to refrigerate. That might have been one thing she actually missed about the other side. Though she was young when she was taken, Lia understood the power of modern day appliances. Then again she would give it all up a million times over to be here and nowhere else.
Food was sparse on the island but there were a few constant items to chew on that could be found anywhere. Little berries and strange fruits that grew on trees could go a long way. She had just begun to reach for a makeshift bowl when the sound of someone knocking at her door echoed through the house. She turned and stared at the wooden latch as if to try and see through the material. Athelia shifted her body and moved to the door. Opening it just a crack she peeked outside. Upon realizing who was standing before her she opened it the rest of the way and smiled meekly. It was none other than Vincent. Dropping her eyes to the ground she saw a pouch what could only be filled with something of importance. “Just stopping by? Or would you care to come in?” Her gaze returned to his eyes, her voice monotone.
