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Post by Primrose B. on Dec 11, 2016 1:00:35 GMT
Frightened and lost. Dazzling blue eyes now expressed an emotion she had known all too well; fear and/or loneliness. She was without her parents and all alone, the two having disappeared into what she thought of as nothingness. One without memory, the other having quite literally disappeared and left her to fend for herself. Elliot and Leo. The men who had cared for her and loved her, protected and saved her from "the monsters" that plagued her fragile little mind every night. Where was she? Why was she still alive, here in this cruel world where it seemed like anybody could just turn on her and leave her dead on the floor. She had spilled so many tears it didn't seem like she could cry anymore. But she always had the ability to cry it out in moments of desperation or loneliness. Like now for instance. The girl, clad in a frilly red dress and Mary Janes, was sat with her face in her hands allowing the hot tears to flow down her cheeks. Primrose longed to be in the comfort of her parents again—whether it be Elliot or Leo she didn't care. She couldn't live on her own she needed someone to depend on. Prim had been born into this world with the idea that she wouldn't even survive. She was very frail and looked younger than she looked and was as naive as any young little girl could. The way she stuttered was prominent in her speech. It wasn't subtle and it happened very often. The only time she'd really speak normally was around those she was extremely close to but it seemed like they were all gone. "Pa? Father?" she called out in hopes of hearing the calming voices she had grown up with. But alas, that was not what she heard. Instead she heard just the whisper of the wind blowing through her flowing golden locks.
&& wheezes because this sucks PRIMROSE BASKERVILLE NIGHTRAY |
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Post by Abeo on Dec 11, 2016 3:12:33 GMT
The sound of crying was quick to catch the young Half-Daemon's attention. Such a sound was rare in Necropolis, but almost pleasing to the ears of many tainted souls. That included Abeo. Upon hearing the noise, the spirit instantly began to try and trace it. It did not take long to find the source, and much to the raven-haired girl's luck, nobody else had yet found the crying, childlike person. What were they doing here, anyway? Typically only demons and other hellish spirits bothered to show up in Necropolis. Few 'foreigners', for lack of a better word, ever even dared to venture into its heavy atmosphere.
A tiny devious grin appearing on the face of the spirit, Abeo would quickly use her teleportation, and appear within fractions of a second right before the girl. Directly in front of her, the Half-Daemon would be standing, with her hands on her knees as she bent her upper body down to face the crouched and crying girl. "Are you lost, little girl?" she would ask with a small, impish smile, and a curious glint in her violet eyes.
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 12, 2016 7:54:32 GMT
It was fortunate that he had found this place. It was doubly fortunate that he had not found it at a worse time. everything seemed so very juicy here. Yes juicy really was the right word, so he probably shouldn't stay here long. He might want to show a friend at a later date at least. Right now however exploring was appealing. Of course he'd cross paths with someone. an intruder such as himself was bound to find someone who actually belonged. It was pretty easy to tell the difference too, between one who did and one who didn't belong. Sem didn't even pause to think about how that might be the case, nor why it mattered. Being the bold type of person he was, nothing prevented him from approaching. "Cute kid. Can I take care of it?" he asked in way of greeting.
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