Post by lucena zamóre on Sept 15, 2018 5:16:52 GMT
THERE WAS NO LIGHT
I SWEAR I COULD SEE A REARING FEAR
I SWEAR I COULD SEE A REARING FEAR
The town is hushed among the quiet forest that borders the boundary of the small town, the dirt paved pathways that stretch within its walls void from life– void from the bustling culture she had grown accustomed to her during her troubled youth. There is a heaviness in the atmosphere she finds herself unable place the moment she steps past the border of the dense forest and into the protected confinements in a place she still considered home.
Her lips are pressed together as she treks down the worn path, her movements slow and confined– fearful to disturb the unnatural quiet facade the town decided to don– as she moves towards a familiar household of an old friend. Pale fingers soon find themselves firmly curled around the handle of a dimly lit lantern as she navigates the town within the dying light, there is a portion of her that wished she had arrived earlier especially since the purpose of her visit was far more dire rather than relaxing.
It doesn’t take her long to arrive to the household nor does it take her long to extend her free hand out to knock on the worn wooden door of the home. She doesn’t arrive with her sister despite living within the same home, instead, she arrives alone and trusts that her twin is bound to follow– or at least chose to arrive before her.
Unlike the previous missions the two have took on within the past, this request was not open to the public. Instead, the request is personal and addressed only to them; the wayward granddaughter of the woman that took them in had gone missing without a hint and the stakes of the situation is much more obvious when the elder woman opens the door, dread within her eyes as her granddaughter had yet to return home to her.
Mission Prompt: here
Her lips are pressed together as she treks down the worn path, her movements slow and confined– fearful to disturb the unnatural quiet facade the town decided to don– as she moves towards a familiar household of an old friend. Pale fingers soon find themselves firmly curled around the handle of a dimly lit lantern as she navigates the town within the dying light, there is a portion of her that wished she had arrived earlier especially since the purpose of her visit was far more dire rather than relaxing.
It doesn’t take her long to arrive to the household nor does it take her long to extend her free hand out to knock on the worn wooden door of the home. She doesn’t arrive with her sister despite living within the same home, instead, she arrives alone and trusts that her twin is bound to follow– or at least chose to arrive before her.
Unlike the previous missions the two have took on within the past, this request was not open to the public. Instead, the request is personal and addressed only to them; the wayward granddaughter of the woman that took them in had gone missing without a hint and the stakes of the situation is much more obvious when the elder woman opens the door, dread within her eyes as her granddaughter had yet to return home to her.
Mission Prompt: here
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