Post by Annalise Rosamund on Jan 23, 2013 22:30:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] youknowhowharditcanbe to keep believing in me In. out. In. Out. Anna's skilled fingers preformed the habitual motion of slipping the needle into and out of the cloth over and over, only looking down so she wouldn't be staring at the wall. Or rather, the mirror in front of her that was angled so she could see anyone who approached her from behind. As the layer of material was stitched neatly into the skirt which already held layers and layers of material. It was almost finished, only having another 6 inches that needed to be attached. What would her next project be? Probably a corset. Unfortunately, one of hers had met a rather untimely demise when some vampire had goaded and threatened her too much. While not normally one to just go off on a tangent, she didn't appreciate threats. Not like anyone could bitch; no one would know what had happened to the body, as it had incinerated with the morning sun-she'd watched to make sure-, and it wasn't as if it hadn't been unprovoked. The child had been threatening Anna's life, and while she hadn't taken them too seriously, he needed to be put in his place. And his place happened to be six feet below the earth. Or rather, one centimeter, scattered across the earth. But damn, if she may say so, that corset had been lovely... Oh well. There would be others; no point crying over spilt milk and what not. Time ticked by, and the last stitch slipped in perfectly, Anna tying and breaking the excess thread in one well practiced motion. As she'd been sitting down all day, it seemed as soon as that thread snapped, so did her complacency with sitting in one spot for hours at a time. Setting the material aside, Anna rose to her feet. Ears heard nothing, but she felt everything in the compound. People walking around, doing whatever it was that they felt like doing at the time. Every vibration carried past her acted as an aide to her deaf ears. Slipping out of her room, Lisa wandered down the hall lazily, having no set destination in mind. However, she soon found herself further from her room, and closer to the main door. Maybe some fresh air would do her good.. and it wasn't as if she'd be straying too far to begin with. Yawning softly, she pushed open the door, stepping into the night. Admittedly her corset and thick skirt weren't exactly the best protection against the cold, but Anna cared not. Her wandering was aimless, encompassing hours as the cold nipped and bit at her skin like an excited pup wanting to play. She wasn't certain when it finally hit her. Snorting in alarm, she changed direction, following a scent. it was faint, seemed more on the edges of the packlands. As she moved, she got closer. Clearly. Dread settled deep in her belly as realization dawned on her. Death. That was the very pungent scent of death. Quickening her step, Annalise cursed violently when she finally crossed the bodies. The torture marks were obvious, burns made from silver, fire, fresh scars coating their bodies. Rage and regret slammed into her as it also registered that they were all young, and new to the pack. Er. Had been. Something in her snapped, mentally. Despite the fact that literally anyone could have inflicted those wounds, Anna got it in her head that it was the hunters. It had to have been them- who else? Seething, fists clenched into tight balls as she ignored the sensation of her nails biting into her flesh, the blood slipping down in small rivulets. Eyes incapable of pulling away from the bodies, she didn't hear as another person approached her. [/style] 6 2 1[style=width: 205px; height: 100px; background-color: 101010; float: right; margin-top: 10px; border-left: 3px solid #353535; border-right: 3px solid #353535; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] [style=border-bottom: 1px dotted #cacaca; width: 42px]WORDS: TAG: DanteNOTES: Lololol, this sucks. I'm sleep deprived though |
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