“The Wanderer, What is she like?
I was told— she is a melancholy soul.
She is like the sun to the night;
a momentary gold..."
XXXXXXXXXXAmelia 'Mimi' LockhartXXXXXXXXXX
tab Mimi had been wandering for years. She had continuously observed the inhabitants, searching. Searching for someone, one person to prove her wrong. She wished with all the fiber in her being that she was wrong, that her hope hadn't really been for naught. But not a single soul she had come across in her wanderings, wasn't wicked by nature. Selfish, cruel, unloving. This world was cruel and wicked. A place where kindness came at a price.
tab There was no such thing as true kindness. It was something she had accepted before even reaching her second life. However it was something she had hoped was completely untrue. However, anytime she saw that flicker or light, that showed the promise of being true, it was immediately enveloped in the darkness she knew too well. Selfish gain.
tab Mimi sighed as she continued traveling. She wandered as she had no home, as was an outcast within her own country. She currently found herself wandering in lycan territory. As she continued walking, she began to hear voices. Male voices. She had to be cautious as they could either be lycans, which didn't worry her, or they could be hunters. She really wasn't in the mood to take out any hunters. She continued walking carefully in the direction of the voices. When she felt she was within range to observe them, she climbed her way up the nearest tree. Hopefully she wouldn't be spotted, but she typically blended in with the shadows, and was hoping she blended in with the shadows of the tree. From this position, she quietly watched the two.
>>Out of Curiosity: Hiya everyone!<<
"...A star when dimmed
by dawning light; the flicker of a
candle blown. A lonely kite lost in
flight—someone once had flown.”