Post by Fuu? on Jun 25, 2008 2:50:05 GMT -5
Fuu was in the Crypt. It seemed to be something that was happening more and more. She could only guess it was her recent Angelus Morti activated that made the place so familiar. At first she was uncomfortable. She would dream of skeletons bursting out of the earth to drag her into the abyss. She would even dream that scary ghosts would follow her home.
But with prolonged hours spent at the Crypt those fears were nothing but a shadow of a thought. Sometimes, Fuu felt she was too comfortable. She would often go there to read, or to practice some magic. It was a creepy way to spend time, but it was how Fuu did it. It was a good even to be in a graveyard. There air was still, and the sky was matted with thick clouds. She prayed for rain, but didn't think it would arrive. Not anytime soon.
Fuu was asleep. Sound asleep. She lay on an long flat traditional grave stone. It was large enough to work as a slightly comfortable marble bed. If that was all possible. She dark washed blue jeans, a long white lace tank covered by a sparkly octopus sweatshirt. Her mouth was open, and she looked almost upset as she rested. Fuu wasn't a.... delicate sleeper. Her violent red hair tossed all over the place. She was in a fetal position. All around her were old books and papers sat motionless on the dirt.
And Fuu slept.
And Fuu mumbled.
The End.
"Deadly.... f-funny... dirt".
[ooc:] XDD
iz teh suk!
But with prolonged hours spent at the Crypt those fears were nothing but a shadow of a thought. Sometimes, Fuu felt she was too comfortable. She would often go there to read, or to practice some magic. It was a creepy way to spend time, but it was how Fuu did it. It was a good even to be in a graveyard. There air was still, and the sky was matted with thick clouds. She prayed for rain, but didn't think it would arrive. Not anytime soon.
Fuu was asleep. Sound asleep. She lay on an long flat traditional grave stone. It was large enough to work as a slightly comfortable marble bed. If that was all possible. She dark washed blue jeans, a long white lace tank covered by a sparkly octopus sweatshirt. Her mouth was open, and she looked almost upset as she rested. Fuu wasn't a.... delicate sleeper. Her violent red hair tossed all over the place. She was in a fetal position. All around her were old books and papers sat motionless on the dirt.
And Fuu slept.
And Fuu mumbled.
The End.
"Deadly.... f-funny... dirt".
[ooc:] XDD
iz teh suk!