BrokenDollEyes
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- Posted: Tue, 22 May 2012 20:43:49 +0000
Ania Corva
Its said that death is only the beginning in some cases and others said that there is nothing past death. No other life, nothing: you are no longer of the realm of the living and those that crossed over the threshold into the other world are said to be placed in asylums for public safety. Those that have come back with enlightenment are cast as crazy. But this is what is said, what real proof is actually there?
A howl cut through the air as thick as a knife, startling the women on the ground into being awake. Icy blue hues searched around the area; looking for something anything to grasp on to. Where was she? What had happened and what was with the taste in her mouth? Huffing slightly mouth forming a slightly oh shape, throat constricting to bring up saliva and then spitting it out on the ground. The ruby coloring was a dead give away even in the limited light. Slowly the women wiped the back of her hand across her ruby stained lips. Slowly pushing off the ground and on to stable feet the women glanced around. It was hell it really was, or what she was told of it. Images flashed in her mind of what happened, yet they were blurred together. A movie on fast forward and the remote was lost somewhere.
Dusting off the leather pants that encased her legs like skin, some what protective armor, nothing really substantial or protective about the flimsy material. Bloody red nails scrapped across the fabric creating a slight scratching sound that echoed in her ears. Ania inhaled the sent of death clung to the air. An unholy power surging across awaking senses that were never that sharp before in the walking realm. Slowly moving Ania wondered around slightly hoping she would run into something or something would find her wandering about. Trust as not something to be attained here.
"We shall see"
Her voice was husky from lack of use, though that would soon change even if she were to speak to herself most of the time.