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Posted on June 11, 2013 at 09:09:10 PM by ALiCE
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Alice ached without Hawthorn. The clockwork angel hadn’t know what to do, had she? She wasn’t cut out for this, and that was enough to make her uncomfortable. She didn’t know… she’d never know. She’d never know what she felt for the other creature, the only time she’d ever felt anything at all in regards to another creature. That was a strange thing, a strange but lovely thing. Maybe that helped. Maybe lovely things helped to some degree. That would work. Eventually everything would work out… right? Right. Alice could handle this on her own, she supposed. That could work. Eventually it could work. But for now it wasn’t working. The creature couldn’t wrap her head around it, and that was starting to get old. She’d thrown herself to the forest with the promise she’d return to her den in the outer rim… she’d always return to the outer rim. It was the place that she’d known since the sky had fallen, and supposedly that was okay. Supposedly she could deal with being in one place… but she was a gypsy. Gypsies in their truest form were nomads. In reality, Alice had dens everywhere. She’d been sleeping here and there, this way and that, looking for somewhere that she may have wanted to be. It never stuck. It was with a fox in her jaws that she made her way to one such den. It was just time for a change of pace, and maybe somewhere to just… sit for a while. She’d needed to learn to be a leader and she’d needed to learn fast. It was all weighing pretty heavily on her mind since what had happened… happened. What would be would be, she supposed. It was to the den that she made herself, but there was a fresh scent as she came closer… looked like she’d be sharing her supper. Gently, the female with the masculine silhouette called out. There’s something strange that draws her in, but still she approaches. On careful feet the woman manages to come within the man’s line of sight, setting her fox down in the center. It had been an easy kill, the creature old and blind. She wouldn’t need the whole thing, and the gypsies lacked expectant mothers. So long as the stranger was friendly, she wouldn’t mind sharing. “Hello?” hound’s gypsy | seven | unattached |
Replies:
- Oh, my God, I've worked so hard and I've gotten nowhere - By kusaka June 12, 2013 at 07:34:18 PM
as if to fly - By alice June 17, 2013 at 07:13:17 PM
On my black heart in front of me - By kusaka June 17, 2013 at 10:45:40 PM
as if to fly - By ALiCE June 18, 2013 at 07:42:43 PM
Show me how to see the love that brings serenity - By kusaka June 19, 2013 at 04:50:08 PM
as if to fly - By Alice June 20, 2013 at 02:43:43 PM
You tried to do it all it's time for you to fall - By kusaka June 23, 2013 at 09:34:41 PM
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