Post by Techno♥ on Dec 15, 2012 23:41:03 GMT -5
[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Kotoria Beverly Aralyn Dante's Court Battle Strategist Single |
THERE'S SOMETHING VERY DAMAGED ABOUT YOU
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And so Kori found herself wandering aimlessly in the marketplace, surprisingly cheery despite the grim nature of the place. She liked the darkness, personally, and the way she stood out like a pink rose in volcanic soil. Despite the calm expression upon her uplifted face, the thoughts within her not so.
She hadn't been outside of her comfy home alone in a long while. It was comforting and yet haunting, and every now and again she'd look beside her... To find nobody there. Times like that, it was easy to think about that which she had long since pushed down. She was content with her life, but she also wondered what was wrong with her. Now, instead of having somebody constantly holding her hand, or with a strong arm around her waist, she was alone. She craved that attention, after spending so long with it. And yet she would not miss crying and hurting, a legitimate pain deep in her chest. She felt like going nuclear, between the two extremes. She wasn't complaining, though. She was more than happy to do what she had taken up, as it was her true passion and only love. Hey, maybe while she was here, she could find some weapons or sweets for the trinkets in the bag she always carried. It went so well with what she wore, especially the dress and boots.
And so off she went with her usual pixie-dance-like gait, off in search of things she would generally enjoy. Maybe she was a little too happy for a demon, but she didn't care. She was proud of her sunny ways that radiated from her, and the way her large, almost orange eyes sparkled brightly as if nothing bad had ever happened to the girl in her life. It was more than her way of coping, it was her overcompensation, and also part of the mystery she built around herself. How could a girl practically prancing down the cobblestones with a look of supressed glee on her face, be anything like a master of warfare? A killer, a warrior, so very capable and deadly? Maybe she was crazy. But hey, crazy was the spice of life! Besides, she was alone, and she didn't have to act a certain way for anybody. So didn't have to act happy... so of course, she was happy.
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