IN A LAND OF GODS & MONSTERS

I WAS AN ANGEL

She was ill-prepared for this.. this.. clusterfuck of estrus-inducing craziness. That's what this was right? A big ol' orgy in celebration for the first days of winter? No?

Right. This imprinting nonsense.

She had been made aware of it in her younger years - a time when she was innocent and naive - but she had never imagined that it would occur to her. Perhaps it wasn't too late to turn tail and run anyway. That is until she was noticed and whether or not she wanted to run she was a bit too cordial to allow herself now. With a disgruntled expression she inches ever closer to the group and finds company in silence between she and another female. Well enough, at least she wasn't being hounded by some mongrel starving for a soul.

But how long was it socially acceptable to tolerate this? Until you were "matched up" by fate or until you realized that you are still just as alone as you were when you first arrived? Maybe just the smallest sliver of her inner self was curious to see if she were to make a connection here but she would not let it show.

She was far too independent and emotionally reserved to allow that silent hope to slip through. Even if it were miniscule. And so she would sit in a proper manner at this stranger's side until a conversation was initiated or when the party was over. Either way she was nothing but a mess of conflicting thoughts.

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for. x
age. three
history. reyja x zildjian
residence. wanderer
credit. x