Post by GORY FANGTELL on Nov 2, 2012 18:00:55 GMT -5
In the vast expanse of forests, there was evidence of a violent struggle. Claw marks lined the ground and even splashes of blood amid dirt and plants. Gory sat beside the drained carcass of a medium-sized bear, wearing dirty hunting clothes. Her elbows rested on her knees, her eyes unfocused behind her glasses. Eventually, they slipped shut and her arms curled around her chest. She felt free under the thought that no one would be able to see her while she simply sat and weapt where no one had the oppertunity to use it against her, after recieving difficult news from home.