by ThatPersonWithaFace » Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:04 am
Draven looked over his shoulder at his friend who was following after them at a bit of a distance and replied, “Broody.” He sighed and shrugged, “He really hates humans and it’s going to take him a bit to get over the fact that he can’t kill them here.
Adonis chuckled softly and nodded, “Yes she does, but first she needs to be able to get her feet under her again.” He followed her gaze over to Mercy and Draven and sighed, desperately wishing she’d find some way to let go of her hate, it was killing him to watch her nurse it. But he had no clue what was really going through her mind currently.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl