A tall, deathly thin redheaded girl sat at the bar alone. Her cloak was muddy and torn at the hem, with small singes scattering the material. Her face was downcast, unwelcoming and streaked with trails of dirty tears. She smelled of long travel and firewood. Many of the patrons gave her a wide berth, which she prefered. It had been a very long time since she had been among other witches, nearly four years, choosing instead to camp deep in the lonely Cantabrian Mountains of Spain, with only the animals for company. She had been perfectly contented there, until the dreams started again.
Fire. Hot, blazing fire. The screams of her parents and brothers. The sound of beating wings decending. A soft musical voice, "Angel, Angel, I am here. You will live on my Angel..."
Her head snapped up. Deep in the cups as she was, she was aware of someone staring at her...
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5