Post by Moonshine on Jan 21, 2008 11:15:03 GMT -5
Eva slipped down a path leading away from the building that depicted all she didn't believe in. She had a long way to come before she became Moonshine. The trees on the side seemed to leer at her from the rooted prisons. She had only pulled on old jeans and a black hoodie, her mood coming through in her dress that usually was extravagantly bohemian. Loose, tangled strands that had escaped her pony tail gave her an overall scruffy, unkempt look. For now, she couldn't care about that. This place was a little hell. If she saw one more fight like that one, she was gone. Blood and pain were things that weren't meant for a normal high school. A bitter feeling erupted inside her. This wasn't normal in any possible way.
An old building that oozed tranquility called out to Eva. She adjusted her course from a unorganized, spontaneous flight to having a destination. Her feet made their way into the building, that look suspiciously like stables. A small smile of hope touched her lips at the prospect. Horses had always had a soft spot in her heart. She slipped in through the doors and her heart dropped. It didn't quite look like their was any horses. The smell of hay and leather had long gone and the restless stamps of horses had long since past like wind on the mountain. She sighed. It was the tranquility that stopped her leaving the stables. She moved into an empty stall, sitting down near the wall. For a moment or two she just sat in silence, a dull haze settling over her mind. This was a dream. A very bad dream. Her hand brushed over her boot. The spot that kept one of her daggers was empty. She must have left it at the scene. She had left in a hurry, desperate to get out. Now she intended to stay here, away from everything. That was it. Withdraw, retreat!
An old building that oozed tranquility called out to Eva. She adjusted her course from a unorganized, spontaneous flight to having a destination. Her feet made their way into the building, that look suspiciously like stables. A small smile of hope touched her lips at the prospect. Horses had always had a soft spot in her heart. She slipped in through the doors and her heart dropped. It didn't quite look like their was any horses. The smell of hay and leather had long gone and the restless stamps of horses had long since past like wind on the mountain. She sighed. It was the tranquility that stopped her leaving the stables. She moved into an empty stall, sitting down near the wall. For a moment or two she just sat in silence, a dull haze settling over her mind. This was a dream. A very bad dream. Her hand brushed over her boot. The spot that kept one of her daggers was empty. She must have left it at the scene. She had left in a hurry, desperate to get out. Now she intended to stay here, away from everything. That was it. Withdraw, retreat!