Post by Myseri Rhayne on May 22, 2009 5:13:17 GMT -8
Cold. That is probably the best way to describe tonight. Myseri was used to the chill of the air in Ramsa, but this was the unearthy, eerie cold that she hated. It didn't bite at her skin or slither up her spine, it just seemed to spit in her eyes. Her blues kept trying to pull her eyelids down to protect themselves, but it was far to dark for her to be walking around like a target.
Pushing herself further into the cold, Myseri weaved through the alleys, past the homeless, looking for an attempt of some heat. Lucky for her, the homeless must have found a better locaton for they had left a bonfire up and blazing. Smile creeping across her face, she slowly approached and eyed the flames.
Fire was always a breath-taking thing for the young vampire. It twisted and turned with odd, yet beautiful angles. It breathed, ate, lived, and died. It changed into different, magnificent colors at intensity. If she wasn't careful, she could easily have became intranced by the flames.
Myseri knew, however, that the streets of Ramsa weren't the place to become last in ones thoughts. Backing away slightly, she leaned herself against the brick wall of a building. She would have been practically invisible if it weren't for two little things. The fire gave away her shadow and her snow white skin peeked from her long, black sleeves. To be honest, she didn't want to be invisible. She wanted a slight bit of company, though she hoped it to be pleasant. Usually, here it wasn't.
Pushing herself further into the cold, Myseri weaved through the alleys, past the homeless, looking for an attempt of some heat. Lucky for her, the homeless must have found a better locaton for they had left a bonfire up and blazing. Smile creeping across her face, she slowly approached and eyed the flames.
Fire was always a breath-taking thing for the young vampire. It twisted and turned with odd, yet beautiful angles. It breathed, ate, lived, and died. It changed into different, magnificent colors at intensity. If she wasn't careful, she could easily have became intranced by the flames.
Myseri knew, however, that the streets of Ramsa weren't the place to become last in ones thoughts. Backing away slightly, she leaned herself against the brick wall of a building. She would have been practically invisible if it weren't for two little things. The fire gave away her shadow and her snow white skin peeked from her long, black sleeves. To be honest, she didn't want to be invisible. She wanted a slight bit of company, though she hoped it to be pleasant. Usually, here it wasn't.
