Post by aurorbliss on Jun 19, 2010 21:11:59 GMT -5
**Against the shimmer of the stars that seem to dance and twinkled about the dark blanket they shared with the optical moon. A shadow of solitude lingers on a flat of the steel palace surrounding her. In the distance a chime from a grand clock struck. Midnight, time for the nightmares and childhood fears to come out and play. The moon overhead cast a faint glow on curved figure as she made her way across the steel top building. Black knee-high boots padded almost silently, coming to a halt where surface fell into unknown. Pausing briefly to bask in the glow, the woman touched down within the shadows of a thin alleyway between several large buildings. Small footsteps echoed in the small cement enclosure, gradually getting louder before stopping altogether upon reaching the end.**
**Trace amounts of light stuck portions of the alleyway from the street. Deep silver pools were all that stood out from the shadows. Releasing a heavy sigh, she stepped into the now nearly dead market. Lined heavily with shops, bars and assortments of little stands. All abandoned for the night, only the noise, tiny feet of rats scurrying about as they strive to live. Passing under a nearby street light, it illuminated the lone creature. Twin Desert Eagles glistening in all their glory upon those slender hips, wrapped in navy denim. Only company was that of a dagger strapped to the left thigh. Deep purple top, accented with a black jacket dressing the female's torso for the chill. A small breeze played with blood red locks, fluttering, flicking violently off the almost snow white skin. If one took a short glance they swear she was a phantom.**
**The scent of alcohol hit her like a brick as she turned the corner. Though she preferred to not associate with anyone, it was a small annoyance she could shrug off. Nestling herself outside at a table in front of an old tavern ,a bar hag brought her a mug of whiskey. She was left alone. Only whispers of the gentleman on the opposite side of the window to entertain her. Leaning back against the rough grain of a poorly built stool, gazing at the sky above. She fancied the stars and moon, always on the move seemingly untamable. Like her. It has been years since she aged, and that "secret" she forever stayed. No one knew of her past or what she really was. Demon, Angel, Spirit. It didn't matter she was the undead. Raising her glass to the heavens above she toasted to the eternal sin from whence her true life began.**
**Trace amounts of light stuck portions of the alleyway from the street. Deep silver pools were all that stood out from the shadows. Releasing a heavy sigh, she stepped into the now nearly dead market. Lined heavily with shops, bars and assortments of little stands. All abandoned for the night, only the noise, tiny feet of rats scurrying about as they strive to live. Passing under a nearby street light, it illuminated the lone creature. Twin Desert Eagles glistening in all their glory upon those slender hips, wrapped in navy denim. Only company was that of a dagger strapped to the left thigh. Deep purple top, accented with a black jacket dressing the female's torso for the chill. A small breeze played with blood red locks, fluttering, flicking violently off the almost snow white skin. If one took a short glance they swear she was a phantom.**
**The scent of alcohol hit her like a brick as she turned the corner. Though she preferred to not associate with anyone, it was a small annoyance she could shrug off. Nestling herself outside at a table in front of an old tavern ,a bar hag brought her a mug of whiskey. She was left alone. Only whispers of the gentleman on the opposite side of the window to entertain her. Leaning back against the rough grain of a poorly built stool, gazing at the sky above. She fancied the stars and moon, always on the move seemingly untamable. Like her. It has been years since she aged, and that "secret" she forever stayed. No one knew of her past or what she really was. Demon, Angel, Spirit. It didn't matter she was the undead. Raising her glass to the heavens above she toasted to the eternal sin from whence her true life began.**
