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Mah lil' character that's been developing for a few years!
It was easy to describe her, to tell the truth. Strangers who bothered to pay attention to her would simply say ‘cold’ or ‘reserved’. Her closest friends, the few that she had, would probably disagree with that statement. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy people, or socializing, it was that she was afraid of getting hurt. It was, of course easy to describe her. She didn’t mind, though. Her mind was always jumbled with other thoughts, anyhow. Whether it was a friend or a cloud, her mind was always bouncing. Her azure blue eyes wouldn’t lead anyone to think that. Neither would her gentle smile, popping out of its hiding spot only when appropriate. Her ever so plain black hair hid her pale face, many battle scars easily hidden by a screen of hair. Her long finger tips danced among the trees, a small frost covering the rough bark as she did so. The muscles that hid under the blemished, pale skin fluctuated as her lean frame drifted through the trees. Her mind swarmed with a simple thought, all too familiar in her mind, ‘fear’. A frown was made up from her pink lips, hiding the sharp canines that could easily tear through skin, nervous orbs dancing across the clearing that lay before her. After a small hesitation, her worn sneakers landed in the soft grass. The blue sweater she wore, cutting off near the shoulders, sat over a black tank top. A pair of jeans hid the lags that snaked down her legs, and the sleeves of her sweater hid many burn marks. Shakily, she let out a breath and slipped her bangs to the side, striding to her swing, eyes carefully glancing from side to side. As she sat, legs curling under the wooden seat, she couldn’t help but feel the difference in the land that her friend owned.
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Change was something that was always happening, a season changing into another, a caterpillar changing into a butterfly or a simply thing, such as a drop of water changing into a rain puddle. It was sometimes a large change, sometimes a small, unnoticeable change. Such as the tattoos that now labeled her pale skin, black ink staining white. A black dragon was inked onto her shoulder, the ink tail wrapping down onto her forearm and touching her elbow, making a few circles around her muscle before ending. The head complete with a large, scaly main and a few cat-like whiskers traveled down from her shoulder and disappeared beneath her shirt, the claws of the beats stuck firmly to her back. Thick, black lines formed stars, completely white inside excluding a dot. Three of the inked forms traveled up her thigh, invisible beneath her jeans. A larger difference was her height, an average 5’7, much taller than her previous five feet. Her hair stayed the same, raven black draping across her pale face in a gently line. Bangs blacked out her frosty blue eyes, which were always changing thanks to her slight mood swings. Pale hands were now labeled with scars and scratches, a large burn mark on both her palm and the back of her hand. They traveled up her wrist, disappearing into the sleeve of her light sweater. A hue of black and blue covered her lean frame, hanging from her stomach lightly. A few belts kept her loose jeans upon her hips, black and silver securing blue. Her worn out plaid air walks were hidden under the fabric, rain bow socks reaching past her calves and hiding burn marks. Her long fingers pressed into bark as she took a few cautious steps forward, a layer of frost trailing behind her obediently. It disappeared, though as she relaxed in the familiar place, her attitude the same as it always was. A few pale digits tapped against a dragonfly clip that was strapped into her black locks firmly, only visible in the light. On her left hand there was a single ring, fitting comfortably on her ring finger. Proclaiming her as loved, something she was proud of more than her ability to eat more than a lumberjack. A small, nearly invisible smile tapped onto her face as she fiddled with the ring, her blue eyes now warm as she stood next to her tree, leaning against the plant tiredly.
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Take the manifold out of my back
Take the crankshaft out of my brain
Take the pistons out of my stomach
And assemble the ******** engine again
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