Banshee Of Helidos
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Join date : 2014-04-27
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Gender: Female
Age: 4.5 Years Old.
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![Bloody Flowers. [OPEN] Empty](https://2img.net/i/fa/empty.gif) |  Subject: Bloody Flowers. [OPEN] ![Bloody Flowers. [OPEN] Icon_minitime](https://2img.net/i/fa/icon_minitime.gif) August 10th 2015, 11:31 | |
| It was something of fairytales, of lullabies sung by angels sweeter than the fresh air, of butterflies whose wings were filled with colours stolen from the nearest rainbow - wings that were broken, perhaps that hadn't been mentioned, because life, even at its most beautiful and prosperous, seemed to drain and leave behind barren, ugly scrapes whenever she, the Devil's right-hand, walked by. Her head swung from left to right almost lazily, copper eyes taking in the beauty but failing to feel moved by it, seeing spits of gray in the otherwise blue sky and splatters of blood on the flowers that other simply called red. Sunlight filtered through the canopies, finding openings amongst the tangled, messy foliage, and it sparkled when it made contact with the pure white of her coat, made her look like she was something ghostly, unearthly, and ethereal. Surely she could've been beautiful if her heart wasn't so badly tainted.
She pressed her side against the width of a tree, greedily taking advantage of what support it offered to her tired body. She had been without sleep for a while, but it wasn't true that she was tired; rather she was exhausted with her choices, with Helidos, its reputation of kindness and hospitality, but there was nowhere else she wished to be. She was without options, and though to feel quite so trapped made her body thrum with anger, she was adaptable by nature and could make the most out of her bleak, disheartening situation.
Briefly she wondered of Caspian, how he fared within the confinement of his fake identity, but her thoughts didn't linger on him for long. She would hear from him again when the time was right, and until then, she could only hope he was reliable enough to keep Teren accounted for. It felt wrong to lend her trust, but that's exactly what it was, a loan, something temporary that she would get back from him in time, and as long as that remained as so there would in turn remain a balance inside of her. Everything was changing: she could feel the way the trees seemed to be whispering secrets, the wind carrying itself across the land with a little more haste, but she was steadfast. Everything could change, but she would most certainly stay the same.
[this doesn't really make sense I don't know what I'm doing. Also forgot how to title nicely so whoops there's that. I haven't roleplayed Banshee and her cold, cold heart in a long time so forgive the weirdness. Anyone can feel free to jump in and disturb her privacy.] |
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