

starry-knight wrote:
When dusk turns to the dark. To the night where it can hide the crimes of the day. That's where she is. Why? Because she's Toxic. Dangerous to touch, almost like a coiled up snake ready to strike. She's not to be meddled with. Every step she took through the black forest, What used to be grass, shriveled up and died.
People always say " with great power, comes great responsibility."
But her power, she believed, was not included there. For her power was destruction. That was her purpose. Or more like her curse. Unloved, unwanted. Cursed to forever wander these trees alone...or at least until they died because of her.....what else could she do. She couldnt come close to a living thing, so here she was in a life of seclusion. But things.....soon changed.
---2 years later-----
What used to be the forest is now a busy, overpopulated city. Smog rising from it like a beast, devouring the sky. She, unbelieved by herself, now dwelled there. Slinking in the shadows at night. And concealing herself by day. Afraid someone would catch sight of her and whisk her away like a plague.
It was still late at night, and now was the time for her freedom. Her chance to get out before the sun came up again. Her face was down, but her eyes were vigalent, always waiting for any sign of movement. Taking a short cut down a small and desolate ally she stopped and wondered where she had gone. Was she lost? But that was the least of her concern now. For she had been....spotted
starry-knight wrote:
When dusk turns to the dark. To the night where it can hide the crimes of the day. That's where she is. Why? Because she's Toxic. Dangerous to touch, almost like a coiled up snake ready to strike. She's not to be meddled with. Every step she took through the black forest, What used to be grass, shriveled up and died.
People always say " with great power, comes great responsibility."
But her power, she believed, was not included there. For her power was destruction. That was her purpose. Or more like her curse. Unloved, unwanted. Cursed to forever wander these trees alone...or at least until they died because of her.....what else could she do. She couldnt come close to a living thing, so here she was in a life of seclusion. But things.....soon changed.
---2 years later-----
What used to be the forest is now a busy, overpopulated city. Smog rising from it like a beast, devouring the sky. She, unbelieved by herself, now dwelled there. Slinking in the shadows at night. And concealing herself by day. Afraid someone would catch sight of her and whisk her away like a plague.
It was still late at night, and now was the time for her freedom. Her chance to get out before the sun came up again. Her face was down, but her eyes were vigalent, always waiting for any sign of movement. Taking a short cut down a small and desolate ally she stopped and wondered where she had gone. Was she lost? But that was the least of her concern now. For she had been....spotted
starry-knight wrote:
When dusk turns to the dark. To the night where it can hide the crimes of the day. That's where she is. Why? Because she's Toxic. Dangerous to touch, almost like a coiled up snake ready to strike. She's not to be meddled with. Every step she took through the black forest, What used to be grass, shriveled up and died.
People always say " with great power, comes great responsibility."
But her power, she believed, was not included there. For her power was destruction. That was her purpose. Or more like her curse. Unloved, unwanted. Cursed to forever wander these trees alone...or at least until they died because of her.....what else could she do. She couldnt come close to a living thing, so here she was in a life of seclusion. But things.....soon changed.
---2 years later-----
What used to be the forest is now a busy, overpopulated city. Smog rising from it like a beast, devouring the sky. She, unbelieved by herself, now dwelled there. Slinking in the shadows at night. And concealing herself by day. Afraid someone would catch sight of her and whisk her away like a plague.
It was still late at night, and now was the time for her freedom. Her chance to get out before the sun came up again. Her face was down, but her eyes were vigalent, always waiting for any sign of movement. Taking a short cut down a small and desolate ally she stopped and wondered where she had gone. Was she lost? But that was the least of her concern now. For she had been....spotted
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