running on down - open; drinking

[rhosmari]

Long since she had been up, not even taking the time to sleep. The night seemed to have plagued her with many different issues, thoughts rattling in her diseased mind. Figures with long claws reaching up at her to choke her by the throat. She had spent much of the night pacing back and forth, back and forth. Looking out of her window as if something was going to come and get here. Pacing again and again till the morning sun had risen over the mountain range. Then she changed, she stopped pacing and she gave a small and almost wistful smile. Survived another night. Just another one. With a sweeter disposition she moved from her stone home and instead traveled over to look around the village. The frozen fountain was still just that, the water having not ran since they had gotten here. Her eyes focused on how quiet it was in the early morning and she took in a deep breath before she ventured further, her destination not known till she was there looking at the pub.

Her eyes had roamed over the two story stone building and the warm light that was calling from within and without a second thought she went into it. It was here that she was knocking back drinks, one after the other. Giggling to herself and forgetting her own demons. She almost seemed possessed with how she was swaying to some unknown tune. Her tail whipped around her as she twirled, grabbing another bottle and drinking it till she fell against her side and the bottle smashed upon the ground. For a moment she went silent and just stared at the shattered remains before she suddenly slammed a paw against the glass, cutting up her pad intentionally. It hurt. She felt.