by skïttles » Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:29 am
I hope it's okay if I start :) *if not, I'll erase this*
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Evira tread over the pattern of leaves that cluttered the forest floor, her sandals leaving imprints in the soft, dark soil beneath. It had been so long since she had last seen one of her kind, and all she wanted was to be around them again. She was one of the elves of darkness, and not many other fantasy creatures liked her kind, and that was why Evira tried to hide it. She always wore the brightly colored lavender dress, and smothered her skin with a pasty white substance that she made herself. She didn't really want to be a light elf, she just wanted people to accept her as one until she could turn around on them and use everything that she had learned to her advantage. Evira was like that, taking advantage of every opportunity to feed her hunger for hurting others. Maybe it was some sort of mental disorder, but Evira believed that it was just part of being a dark elf, something they all yearned for.
The tall, slim girl raised a hand to her collarbone, lightly touching the small scar that lay there. It was a mark of her being a 'witch'. In one town, hundreds of years earlier, she had shown her magical abilities, completely by accident, but the town was ready to kill her for it. It was then that she embraced evil. The scar was in fact a brand, and even touching it brought back painful memories. Evira let her hand fall, lowering her eyes to the ground as she continued to walk. She had to face it, she would never be the same as anyone, she would always have these...urges. As she continued walking, a strange feeling washed over her. It was like she stepped into some sort of pool. For a moment, everything was shimmering, a watery feel fluttering around her, and then everything was clear again. But she wasn't where she had been before. Just by looking around she could tell that this place was different. This place was special. Was this an answer to her wishes, or just the imagination of a crazy person? Evira's dark eyes scanned over her surroundings, taking in every detail. No, this couldn't be another of the visions that haunted her. This had the be real. In attempts to confirm it, Evira reached out, laying the tips of her dark fingers on the rough bark of the tree. Real. This was real. A small smile whispered across her lips, revealing the slightly point teeth that lay underneath before the smile vanished.
It is my un-birthday today!
It is everyone's un-birthday!
...unless it is your birthday,
then it cannot be your un-birthday!
This is Etsy...say "Hi" :)
/ / / / / / Etsy is offlineI JUST WANNA SNUGGLE HER SHE'S SO CUTE!