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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 12:02:19 GMT -6
 never fully dressed without a smile
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It had all gone wrong. Some-- some big scary things had come to the Rose of Orik, which Elliot honestly didn't think looked much like a rose at all. An--An Elliot had been separated from Helen and her Dead Dogs in the confusion. Fear had driven her to flee the place and now she was horribly, horribly lost somewhere along a road she did not recognize. Dohman Tir was nothing like home, with winding stone streets; it was open and green and far too easy to get lost in. She had stopped running some time ago, after managing to fall over and tear open the tights she wore, scraping her knee. There were no tears though, because tears were for babies and Elliot was no baby-- although it hurt and she wished she had not lost Helen. Oh, what if Helen was hurt worse? Or one of their friends? Elliot swallowed a lump in her throat and moved to sit in the grass beside the road, peering at her knee. So, she was lost and alone an' her feet were real sore but things could be worse. All she had to do was get to a village and then-- then what? What if she never found Helen? No! No, don't be stupid, Elliot, of course you'll find her. She won't let you be lost for long. Just you wait and see. Still, it was starting to get dark...and Elliot didn't much like the dark, honestly, because she knew what lay within it. Her sisters' enemies, cutthroats, murderers, thieves. Elliot zipped up her bright yellow coat, pressing her hands against her knees. She just needed a little rest and then she could be on her way. No one would hurt her because if they did, Eileen would make them sorry, Helen would make them bruise and break, smash their loved ones into the ground just like she had done to Vincet. Yup, everything would be just fine. @donor | lost bird
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 10:35:35 GMT -6
walkaway. Something's gone wrong in Domhan Tir; from what she's heard some creatures came from the dark and following a woman with evil in her eyes and putrid anger on her voice, many had been slaughtered in the arena, bystanders crushed and fallen beneath a massive creature's feet. There is one detail that's come to Katharine's ears and it makes her heart race madly, makes her hands curl up into little fists: Dym is dead, and he deserves it. Dym has fallen, struck from the face of the World, beheaded by a conqueror, and some mourn the fallen god; Katharine looks up to the sky and feels herself smiling. The sensation is odd and tingling and she realizes that one of those gods who created Aquavia, who caused the slaughter of so many, herded like sheep, she--
Ahh...
She knows they mourn him and that's what makes the pressure building in her heart all the worse; she cannot rejoice openly for the death of a god, but she makes a quiet note to find these creatures that killed him and see what they are. She is not--she doesn't want to hurt people but what other choice has she, now? None. Someone is bound to come clamoring for her blood. Katharine gulps hard and feels the shake of her hands; she doesn't want to die! It's unfair that she is expected to go back--to what was little more than a processing line.
Who knows where Katharine's thoughts would have taken her. Things became irrelevant (and perhaps that was for her own good) when she hears someone approaching and so she stands up, her knees pop for a moment; the redhead turns and before her is a scared-looking woman in a bright jacket.
Katharine smiles, her face creasing into a bright and happy expression. She reaches forward with a hand and offers it out, chirping out her greeting like she always has: danger? None of it, now. Someone has come along who is just as scared as she.
"I'm Katharine!" Her fingers spread and wriggle invitingly, and there's such a bright innocence in her eyes. She still enjoys meeting new people, the triumph over a dead god aside. | 
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