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LIPSTICK, RED WINE LONG NIGHTS, IT'S A LIFESTYLE SO GOOD TO THE LAST DROP YOU COULD SEE ME LIGHT UP FROM THE ROOFTOPS
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"Not really, but I like history, so yes, kinda. Share away."
Maria wasn't sure why she stuck around; this place was odd in and out, and a danger to her safety. There was security in numbers, as well as a fixed location. The latter became a danger when her damn oblivion came into play, creating the nightmare scenario where she adjusted too comfortably to clan life. Then again...there was a haunting feeling she had; like her ghosts were just phantoms of her imagination. There was nothing truly after her; she could just be paranoid.
But she didn't feel paranoid. Maria felt a very real sense of danger to her person if she wasn't gone from a specific spot within three days - felt it in the jitter under her skin, the restlessness of her limbs, the rapid pounding of her heart against her eardrums. She felt it in the tension of her spine, the sparks that flew from her paws, the way the shadows seemed to jump at her. She was definitely running from something, but its identity was unknown.
As for clan life itself, Maria was aware it would probably be domestic, but this seemed...excessive. By no means was she opposed to it, only surprised by it. It showed in the pause of her pawsteps, the next step hovering, hesitating, ever so slightly, checking if what she was seeing aligned with present reality. "I knew this place was gonna be weird, but this just takes my expectations to a whole new level. If we're not doing ritualistic sacrafices to a star god on the next full night, I'm leaving," Maria announced. She was mocking how goddamn odd this was and praying that they all took it that way. She plopped herself down beside Agathe, fully prepared to watch this entire spectacle.
Art was a hobby she was giddy to learn, admittedly, though she would never have the time for it. "I'm Marianna, by the way - before you start your life story. Call me whatever you want, strange witch-paint lady." She piped, rocking ever so slightly on her haunches to occupy her restlessness.
[/td][/tr][/table]Maria wasn't sure why she stuck around; this place was odd in and out, and a danger to her safety. There was security in numbers, as well as a fixed location. The latter became a danger when her damn oblivion came into play, creating the nightmare scenario where she adjusted too comfortably to clan life. Then again...there was a haunting feeling she had; like her ghosts were just phantoms of her imagination. There was nothing truly after her; she could just be paranoid.
But she didn't feel paranoid. Maria felt a very real sense of danger to her person if she wasn't gone from a specific spot within three days - felt it in the jitter under her skin, the restlessness of her limbs, the rapid pounding of her heart against her eardrums. She felt it in the tension of her spine, the sparks that flew from her paws, the way the shadows seemed to jump at her. She was definitely running from something, but its identity was unknown.
As for clan life itself, Maria was aware it would probably be domestic, but this seemed...excessive. By no means was she opposed to it, only surprised by it. It showed in the pause of her pawsteps, the next step hovering, hesitating, ever so slightly, checking if what she was seeing aligned with present reality. "I knew this place was gonna be weird, but this just takes my expectations to a whole new level. If we're not doing ritualistic sacrafices to a star god on the next full night, I'm leaving," Maria announced. She was mocking how goddamn odd this was and praying that they all took it that way. She plopped herself down beside Agathe, fully prepared to watch this entire spectacle.
Art was a hobby she was giddy to learn, admittedly, though she would never have the time for it. "I'm Marianna, by the way - before you start your life story. Call me whatever you want, strange witch-paint lady." She piped, rocking ever so slightly on her haunches to occupy her restlessness.
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★ I'M GONNA RUN THIS EMPIRE
and if i go down in flames, the smoke's gonna spell my name