09-25-2018, 08:44 PM
coma baby
PERSEPHONE — FEMME — SUNHAVEN — DAWNGUARD — 5 M/O
Persephone didn't know how she got here. She remembered snow, something about snow? And red, yeah.. Lots of red, but she never bothered to investigate it. They told her to run, someone told her to run. So she did, as far away as she could, before she had found a place where she could shelter herself. A shelter in a broken down, ruined shrine that seemed too familiar to her, but she didn't know how. She felt like she had been here before, been in this exact place, and that wasn't always the best thing for someone like her. She was a prey animal, she could be eaten here and die, like the average fawn did when they ventured too far from their herd. She should have died, and maybe she will now.
This place filled her with a sense of deja vu, and as the wobbly-legged fawn made her way over to the shrine, piercing blue eyes peered across the place which someone had obviously wrecked havoc upon. She saw blood, she could see the sticky redness on the steps of the shrine, someone must have died here. Why did this place bother her?
Run, run child.
That voice again, the one whom had called to her when she saw all of this red and sticky stuff last time. A few days ago, right? She couldn't really understand much right now, but that voice was so soothing. Speaking of voices, the deer let out a soft whine, carrying herself unsteadily up the steps of the shrine, laying her head against a broken podium which was obviously used for some sort of offering. She was hungry, she noticed.
Where was she anyways?
Will they ever come back for her?
This would have never happened when she ruled beside Hades, she knew. He would kept her safe. Both him and her mother Demeter would have.
But look where she got herself now? She was stuck in this body, and her personality had taken much more of a shift now.
She had to find a way to get back to the Underworld with her husband, she needed to see Hades again.
But first.. Rest. She needed rest.
This place filled her with a sense of deja vu, and as the wobbly-legged fawn made her way over to the shrine, piercing blue eyes peered across the place which someone had obviously wrecked havoc upon. She saw blood, she could see the sticky redness on the steps of the shrine, someone must have died here. Why did this place bother her?
Run, run child.
That voice again, the one whom had called to her when she saw all of this red and sticky stuff last time. A few days ago, right? She couldn't really understand much right now, but that voice was so soothing. Speaking of voices, the deer let out a soft whine, carrying herself unsteadily up the steps of the shrine, laying her head against a broken podium which was obviously used for some sort of offering. She was hungry, she noticed.
Where was she anyways?
Will they ever come back for her?
This would have never happened when she ruled beside Hades, she knew. He would kept her safe. Both him and her mother Demeter would have.
But look where she got herself now? She was stuck in this body, and her personality had taken much more of a shift now.
She had to find a way to get back to the Underworld with her husband, she needed to see Hades again.
But first.. Rest. She needed rest.
WITH YOUR SICK HEAD
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