10-06-2018, 08:38 PM
♛ NOW THE WORLD IS ONLY WHITE NOISE, FREQUENCIES THAT I CANT UNDERSTAND. I CANT BE BOTHERED WITH THE TEACHERS, ALWAYS TRYING TO SHAPE THE WAY I ACT. BURN IT DOWN, BURN IT DOWN, BURN IT DOWN —
Here she was again, it seemed.
She wasn't sure why she had come back. She had left to try and run, to escape her past, as it seemed to follow her wherever she went. It stuck to her body and mind like glue. She wished she could wash it away, to start anew. But she was here, coming back with her tail between her legs after her efforts. She didn't know what she would come across when she left, and she quickly found out--nothing. There was nothing out there for her, and no one. All that laid out beyond was the same old thing: clans against one another, wanderers caught in the middle of it all, and no place that felt right enough to call home.
So, Aineias had nothing left to do, and through her wounded pride she padded back, making the trek back into the marsh Tanglewood called home. She definitely hadn't missed this part, all the mushy land and mud that sunk between her toes. But she put on a brave face as always, despite the aching in her chest. Hopefully they would welcome her back with welcome arms.
"Anyone around?" the hybrid asks into the air, her question riding away on the wind. Then she waits. She isn't the patient type, but she figures it won't kill her, settling down onto her haunches and sighing. Here's the fresh start you wanted. Don't screw it up.
//hiii shes Bacc
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px lightsteelblue; font-size: 24px;"]— AINEIAS ♛
#psychosocial.She wasn't sure why she had come back. She had left to try and run, to escape her past, as it seemed to follow her wherever she went. It stuck to her body and mind like glue. She wished she could wash it away, to start anew. But she was here, coming back with her tail between her legs after her efforts. She didn't know what she would come across when she left, and she quickly found out--nothing. There was nothing out there for her, and no one. All that laid out beyond was the same old thing: clans against one another, wanderers caught in the middle of it all, and no place that felt right enough to call home.
So, Aineias had nothing left to do, and through her wounded pride she padded back, making the trek back into the marsh Tanglewood called home. She definitely hadn't missed this part, all the mushy land and mud that sunk between her toes. But she put on a brave face as always, despite the aching in her chest. Hopefully they would welcome her back with welcome arms.
"Anyone around?" the hybrid asks into the air, her question riding away on the wind. Then she waits. She isn't the patient type, but she figures it won't kill her, settling down onto her haunches and sighing. Here's the fresh start you wanted. Don't screw it up.
//hiii shes Bacc
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px lightsteelblue; font-size: 24px;"]— AINEIAS ♛